What is it about spring
that lifts me up from the dumps,
and the deep recesses of my mind
and sets me free?
Is it the promise of a new beginning,
Resonant in the uninhaled air?
Leaves wearing a resplendent hue
Flowers whispering sweet nothings
The breeze tugging at all that comes in her way,
The sun in all his splendour and glory
A bit of mischief, the hint of a smile,
A prequel to the joy of doing,
being and just living.