For Sally

Perhaps it was the leaves turning green. Or, was it heather-blue skies above? May have been sunset choosing between ruffling red or apricot clouds with love. It could have been the lovely birdsong; quaint mockingbird singing his refrains, breeze hugging trees as it skipped along, raindrops gently kissing windowpanes. Whatever it was, caused me to forget your birthday--I'm filled now with shame. However, I feel spring had an effect. Those roses, I'm quite sure, are to blame!