Poetry

Spring

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.