A Poem of Spring

Light through window panes
even when it rains
A smile when awoken by orange sky

Fruit and flower stands
Bike riding plans
Daffodils in hands

Fistfuls of grass
Picnic snacks 
Bird songs 
If outside, no wrongs. 

Green fields 
White clouds
Blue skies 
Breeze in hair makes you feel alive.

Bicycles, roller-skates, scooters
Blue bells, tulips, cherry blossoms
Sun, sun, sun
Smiles, smiles, smiles.

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