Spring

When the warm rays of unfiltered sunlight
crest the receding draught of cool wetness...

Spring.

When the robins chatter and squawk 
In early dawn before the sun peeps over the distant mountains...

Spring.

When the puddles rise steaming 
From the pitfalls of newly green grass...

Spring.

When the weariness and dreariness and shadowy grayness
Of Winter pass into the nether regions beyond silent thought...
When new thought and new life spring forward
And new ambition dominates faded shadows of past goals...
When warm air overflows the lungs
Until not one more oxygen particle could pass into the body...

Spring.
Spring.
Spring.