Child of Spring

In this passage of time I long for the month of my birth a real child of the spring am I born on the Vernal Equinox I come fully alive in spring The sights and sounds of spring do hold me in enthral the beauty of each emerging bud and oh to enjoy the warmth of sun The busy work of nesting birds the joyful songs they do emit filling the world with wonder as busily they feed their chicks The carpets of the spring flowers strewn here and there at random gallant bluebells wave their trumpets while stately daffodils bow their heads All these bring such joy and lightness to this weary old soul of mine giving me the kick I need to put away the winter blues