Spring’s breeze carries hope
Sometimes escaping our gaze
Then, abruptly, here
Facing Forward, Pursuing Progress
Air moves
Downwards With
Cold water
This Sunday, mid-day
Sunlight streams in through windows
Calmness seeping in
Tranquil grey skies now
Damp remnants of rain linger
Wet blossoms clinging
Flowers delicately fall
Water ripples freely
Outwards, embracing
The stars
At dawn’s light, birdsong
Clamoring boisterously,
Spring-time awakens