The Spring Mood

As spring leaps forward expectedly Cardinals sing a familiar song; Announcing birth of season’s new Perched in trees where they belong. Hyacinths bloom graciously Expressing their blue sincerely; Coloring fields that once were white They only visit once a yearly. Spots of snow melt slowly Revealing peridot grass underneath. Drenched sod cold and wet Scents the air with raw heath. Children play rambunctiously Exploring blooming fields in awe Seeing colors that never were They can't seem to process it all. Cool winds cresses the skin For there is still a vacant space; Arms of affairs that held so tight No longer here to embrace. As spring leaps forward expectedly Hearts begins to blush, And blossom for coming affairs Making the soul ever lush.