The delicate daffodils pushing up the sand, as the buds on the trees pry loose winter's hand

The air seems much lighter the days a bit  brighter

Everyone has a spring in their step a smile on their face, as the warm air pushes in the cold to replace

But the happy faces and joy of the season leave me depressed ,now without you there is no reason

No thoughts of the summer and the days on the beach ,all now a memory so far out of reach.