Spring
The kiss of spring on my lips
the sting of chill has me in its grips
the war of the seasons
the call of the crow
contrasts so sweetly
with the white dappled doe
cheeks flushed with warmth
and toes chilled through
the earths sweet aroma,
so old yet so new
the thaw of the ground
the rain in the air
the heady winds whisper
through dew dampened hair
the embrace of the ground
giving reluctantly under my feet
the subtlety of change
so bitingly sweet
the sting of chill has me in its grips
the war of the seasons
the call of the crow
contrasts so sweetly
with the white dappled doe
cheeks flushed with warmth
and toes chilled through
the earths sweet aroma,
so old yet so new
the thaw of the ground
the rain in the air
the heady winds whisper
through dew dampened hair
the embrace of the ground
giving reluctantly under my feet
the subtlety of change
so bitingly sweet