Spring of
Love
I am seeing the
world
Through different eyes
As if I am experiencing
it
For the very first
time.
Each day is an
anticipation
Of what is to
come
As I see the last
glistening frost
In the bright
winter's sun.
The early morning
sun
Gently warms my
face
As I noticed
a beautiful flower
Put its first bloom in
place.
Gone are the unhappy
browns
Replaced by happy green
hues
Under a radiant sky
so alive
With
variant colors of blue.
Birds lilting songs
float
Musically through the
air
As I wonder what the
lyrics
Might be to the
songs I hear.
The morning air smells
fresh
Like a shower is nigh
But when I glance up,
There's not a cloud in
the sky.
The world is awakening
From a long winter's
nap.
Is it the coming of
spring
That I am feeling
perhaps?
Or is
there something
Changing
inside of me
Enabling me to see the
beauty
Which now surrounds me?
Poem by Carol
Barton
Copyrighted 2003 by
Carol Barton
