I look towards Spring
Of growing things...
With Gentle winds
Caress the skin

With Windflowers
Fluff of Dandelion
And Milkweed Seed
***** willows, Cattails

And cotton woods
On warm spring Breeze
They can tickle your Nose
And bring on a sneeze

As they sparkle in the Air
As Faeries had tossed them there
In Golden Sunshine