I'Ll Be Thinking of the Warmest Sunshine

I recall the cool light of the shortest days, and the darkness of the longest nights; I shivered under a blanket and that made dreams freeze, even snowflakes hid stars to block their fading gleams! I'll be thinking of the warmest sunshine, smelling flowers that are all mine! March is warmer than February as days get longer; I shouldn't wait any longer, but be that dancer: leaping on scented meadows strewn with poppies, bluebells and daisies... while my cheeks feel the warmth of the September sun mixing with breeze! I'll be thinking of the warmest sunshine, dreaming of sunrises to opine! I will invite the blue jays, the mockingbirds and the lively butterflies to watch me dance...where's that blonde-haired boy who plays the flute? I like to feel those golden sun rays as I felt them in the prime of my happy youth, and isn't spring the pure essence of happiness that glows on a serene face? Ill be thinking of the warmest sunshine, observing lilies that climb and entwine!