What is it about Spring
That brings me to my knees
In awe of tender shoots
Bursting forth in defiant beauty?
Hope, emerging from its colorless slumber,
Winter weary, but joyous.
The birds sing victoriously
Welcoming each bud and bloom,
Bee and butterfly.
The sun warm on my face,
Riots of colorful chaos,
My heart opens again and again
To possibility.
The View from Here 