Just Like Spring

Just before dawn, the songbirds sing

Which Warbler I know not, by sound or color of wing

But mark, by tone and note, the joy she doth bring

 

A scent, a smell, a whiff in the air

The season of longing, the answer to prayer

Capricious in arrival, urged by divine care

 

Then, humble in approach, stretching to shine

Brilliant shafts, the landscape to define

Darkness retreats, rays to bright to confine

 

Then, the first pastel 'gainst winter’s withered scape

Persephone weaves a floral cloak, a fauna cape

The smells, the sounds my breath they take

And like spring, you happen to me all over again.