The Start of Spring
It is the first day of spring
Not officially, of course.
The air has been transformed,
taking on delicious savor.
Nature, it seems, abides by
no earthly calendar.
A fragrant scent replaces
the lifeless, icy chill.
Like a rite of the new season
the air hints at baseball.
As if on cue, we run home
to retrieve our mitts,
awakening them from
a long winter's slumber.
The trees are in bloom
We can see the first buds
protruding from extended limbs
Life has returned to our little town
Smiles abound
All is as it should be