Spring In the Meadow

The subtle sunlight is kind and warm, especially after winter's storm, it cuts the cold like a heated knife, and with this cut brings new life In the warmth a cool breeze blows and makes it seem as if time slows, spread forth is spring's fresh aroma, enough to bring sleep, a welcome coma The mockingbird sings its song after a journey hard and long, the monarch's wings unfurl as it does wake, then it seems to fly for flying's sake Dormant plants begin to bloom and in the wind release perfume, this time of year is my treasure, fresh and new for our pleasure