Waiting for the first kiss of Spring

The first tulip bloom

Opening it’s soft pink petal

When the mountain tops are no longer white

And my gloves are tucked away

The robins will sing

New love will be discovered

Winter blues will fade, as the dark days close

Revealing a new day, glorious sunshine

The soft pink light of spring

Reawakens our senses

As the gentle breeze carries the last of winter’s breath

We linger in the honey scent

the chorus of new life

basking in warmth

We taste springs first kiss

 

Vanessa Arpin 2/9/17