Green wax leaves
Stealing kisses from the pink falling blossom; little thieves.
Warming hug of the sun’s rays
With that little bit of breeze to stifle its blaze.
Sandy banks flattered with the odd paw print
And that filtering, clear stream passing through the rocks with a crystal glimpse.
Books laid on a blanket in the garden
With a piece of clothing for the evening chill, a cardigan.
The voices of neighboring children
Running barefoot in and out of their building.
Cherry ice pops, water bombs and paddling pools,
Mum rambling through her spring cleanings tools. 12
The beginning of growth for the flowers
Spring brings one and more of its powers.
The decision between trousers or a dress?
Whether you’ll be warm with more or less.
The ice cream van’s tinkle,
And the smell of barbeque - with the dog’s nose there is a crinkle.
Fresh cut grass and cotton flowing in the wind
Around your legs, perfectly designed.
A kind bee’s buzz
Does what it is supposed to do because
We all need honey for our breakfast in the morn
Especially when spring is born.