Spring
I met the morning with a smile
And it met me with grace.
The sun painted the sky with a bright orange hue.
The birds sang the sweet song of spring.
The frostbitten ground was warmed by the sun’s smile
And soon the life that had been sleeping was awake.
The smell of pine was woven through the air
And as the air gently stroked the branches of the waking cherry blossom trees
It took the aroma of spring with it and sprinkled it across the city.
Peace came.
It soothed the ache in my heart
And quieted the doubts that plagued my mind.
Life was awake.
My eyes were pried open.
Life spoke
And I listened.
SONYA A WATSON 