winter’s fade

ah, sweet spring

snow melting

chunks of ice birthing little brooks

dancing, laughing

chasing down the valleys

birds singing

building their nests

wish we could all share like those little sparrows

grass greening on the southern slopes

freshening the breeze

setting minds at ease

staring into space

reminded of a forgotten muse

of long lost views

and just enough desire to make a choice

so we sit up right

and breathe the bright

eyes all glad and shiny

and we find that fountain

strong and clear

of song and cheer

and childhood joys bubbling within

deep, deep

struck all the way

to the ringing silence