The world awakens
buds of yellow, green, and pink
Start to peak out from their hiding places
Beads of rain rest on the reclining sticks,
Victims of the sleds that pummeled over them
Daily walks to the mailbox
Bring recycling bin food,
And the whisper of poppy hellos and lily bulb salutations
Bring a much needed smile to my face.
A chill catches me off guard
While the sun’s rays stroke my spine
Finds its home and
Decides to stay a bit longer each night.
Raindrops dot the ground
stirring up the dust
The smell of wet soil, and rotting worms
That couldn’t find their way back
Escort me on my return
Preparing the way for summer lust.
It will be here soon.