Green is coming back
So delighted, for that
It makes me want to twirl
when flowers paint our world
Eyes sweep, then stare in a marveling gaze
with the deep down breaths of better days
The cold of winter passes on
to the sweet music of feathered songs
They echo lovely, through the background
to magically replace dissonant head sounds
And, rich blue skies prevail
while the strong lions, set sail
to brush against our recently, bared skin
reminding us of pleasure, once again
Heartspell 