This night's aromas are steeped in fragrance Springtimes first blush touches my face My heart overflows with the heady perfumes of all things renewing.
The last touches of a winter sky Fade in the warmth of the newness. Above a silhouette of squawking geese Fly in a perfect Vee formation With the slightest of gaps Between their outstretched wings
Springtime sends it coded signals Rich from the memories ofΒ Β eons past to all living things to live be beautiful Multiply and bear fruit it calls.
A night breeze stirsΒ Β my hair Like a mother's touch. And my spirit rejoices At a winters death.