Bright sunshine, gentle breezes on the western wind.
Trees budding, birds frolicking, rabbits everywhere.
The promise of spring is in the air!
I feel it down deep in my bones,
Something budding in the warmth of the sun
The urge to run black earth through worn fingers
Anticipation of the delight as plants burst forth from the hard worked ground.
Evenings on the back porch, relaxing
Dogs at feet, beloved by my side
Watching in awe as the mountains turn pink
In late evenings setting sun.
Spring is coming soon,
I feel it in my bones,
The hope of life renewed
The promise of warmth and light.
Bursts of color as flowers spring forth
Desert willow alive with color
Dancing in the evening breeze
Peach tree blossoms on the wind.
Garden bursting forth from ground
Fresh tomatoes, perfect squash, home grown cucumber
Green beans springing up their tall poles
Spicy peppers row upon row.
My heart yearns for spring
And the promise of life renewed
And the sure hope of harvest
As spring turns to summer.
February warmth seeps into my bones
Bringing promise of spring
Promise of life
Promise of hope.
Come spring come!