What Blooms In the Spirit When Spring Comes Around

When the red wasp come out, and the lush tree limbs begin to sway in the breeze, Shaking off the residual drowsiness of their six month slumber, I know that it has come I see cool bitterness chased from the atmosphere The misery is melting Prompting jollity to come out of hiding, It's petals bud slowly and then blossom into euphoria With no concept of boundaries it overtakes the heart, spreading its green tendrils along the ground until it finds the cracks in the walls of my spirit So that even the crumbling parts of me hold life again Giddiness flits around like a bee playing tag with its companions becoming intoxicated off the nectar of flowers This is the season in which my body buzzes with contentment I am a reclaimed house in a garden of good vibes And every day I pick a bouquet Of smiles Wrap them in brown paper And deliver them to the world