Spring looks like snow on the ground, melting on off days

Spring looks like tulip blooms, trying hard to survive a crushing blow

Spring looks like a leafless tree, shaken with new life

A child looks up at the sun…smiles

Spring sounds like a cacophonous bird, convinced of its sonorous beauty

Spring sounds like the breaking of ice and rushing of water, welcoming everything in its path

Spring sounds like a far off wind, assaulting you when it’s too late to hide

The child throws songs to the birds for them to shout back

Spring smells like mud peeking up from the snow

Spring smells like sterile landscapes, mixed with beginnings

Spring smells like triumph over winter

The child stomps in the mud…bothers the moles

Spring feels like hope

Spring feels like emerging from battle with pale scars barely visible

Spring feels like the sun seducing your face, basking in glory

The child sits on a step, smile tilted…at peace