I can feel the first faint stirrings of spring
Elusive things-
Known only to myself.
More a feeling than words can tell
I know it well-
But can't put words to thought.
Silly to feel, at the birth of a year
--That Spring is here
Yet the feeling lingers on;
Caught in a breeze too quickly gone
An age-old song
That sings to the dawn of life.
I'm leaving winter sorrows behind
Come along, we'll find
Where spring must surely be hiding.
More a feeling than an actual time
--It's caught in a rhyme
And it's up to us to find it.
