Spring

When storms unleash a thunderous might
across the urban scenes of busy life
and our neighbor cleans his grill;
when warblers pass
and the air smells like grass
I know it is spring again.

When leaves shine healthy green

across woodlands where robins sing
and the flowers return to glory;
when the sun warms our cheeks
and the chipmunk peeks
I know it is spring again.

When lovers create sparks

across blooming city parks 
and we run through fields simply to run;
when bitter cold has gone away
and warm days resume our play
I know it is spring again:

     And all of nature rubs its eyes,

     stretching an eager frame.


(From the book Kairos)