Return of Spring

I missed the smell of coming spring. Cold and blustery winter bone chilling wind piercing effortlessly armor of thick cloth. Blue-grey hued sky harbinger of soft snow, blanketing vapor ward off Sun’s warmth. Dreary and depressing long winter months colorless, gloomy, dead imprisoned in ice Lo a small breach in mantle above thin golden beams pierce shadowy despair. Ahead bright days life, love, and joy, I long for perfumed hints of spring to appear Once naked trees bear lime-green tints, azalea burst forth red, white and pink. Bright yellow pollen thin cover of dust sweet scent of flowers a pleasant surprise, tho’ I missed the smell of coming spring.