as I gaze upwards where sun and clouds jostle for dominance.
Spring is here…. somewhere,
as I gaze at the bulbs. If I stand still, hold my breath, watch closely they will unfurl to reveal their chocolate box glory, is how it feels.
Spring is here… somewhere,
as the locals wear their lighter coats; optimistically, it seems; they shiver and mutter, spring is here….somewhere
Spring is here….somewhere,
the birds know it. They are everywhere, calling incessantly, flitting around me confidently proclaiming;
Spring is here…. somewhere