Gentle spring brims
with life returning
As flowers in fertile bloom,
As new birds song,
As the crescendo of light

Did we forget  
what had left us?
Or had we simply left tomorrow
to tomorrow?
In recognition of the
Quietude of the soul
When all that is left
On the white shinning dance floor
are footprints
From a cold shivering girl
Red coat to match her cheeks
And a smile turned towards a new season
Of remembering the joy
Of simple things