Upon Springs hem
    we become
Attuned to the morning
         sparrow melodies
With their sweet honey
chorus
And gems
The canopy
of green leaves
Upon the maple trees
With their quiet majesties
The blooming of roses
Like long lost valentines

It must be sweet to be a gardener
WithIn the hips of Spring
And feel flowers sing

     With all of Loves longing

They are the down to earth
Royalty of petals and beauty

And what they love
         Is what we can love
All the more
In our own unique way
As loves flowers begin again
To sway
What romantics innately love
Like Vineyards to breeze

Even the gardeners
       in the galapagos
Have an array of splendors
       to cultivate
As the lyrical
Is felt with the kisses
Of Moonlight of sweet rain

     And sighs can fly
Way deep down inside
Like things like wings glide
WithIn
With our love
All the way to Moon

Reynaldo Casison