Springtime

The kiss of a warming sunray

the touch of a morning breeze

all work together to say good day

as springtime begins to tease

the smell of pollen oh so sweet

carried upon a quiet zephyr

sleeps in the air, soon to meet

my senses in an inviting lure

that beckons me to stay awhile

and admire nature's transition

from frozen frown to silken smile;

nature's balanced collision

up from the cold, dormant ground

rise victors colored rainbow

awakening this season's sound

from sky to rocks below

then sound the rumble of thunder

all of this I stand in between

and fall to my knees in wander

of the Maker of this scene!