The first sign of spring reveals itself in purple crocuses,
Vibrant orange stigma glow in the sun,
A piece of hope after a bleak winter sleep,
Birds return from their Southern retreat,
As a sweet melody swims through the wind,
A robins song welcoming life again,
My feathered friends ease the loneliness I have felt,
Renewal and birth,
As life returns to the earth
I revel in the revival.
Dancing on still soggy soil,
Footprints lead me home,
Regenerating my worth,
With hands in the dirt,
I bloom along side the daffodils
And remember that life is a cycle
Death becomes life just as quickly as life becomes death,
And I am free to be
Anew, like a spring day.
