by Barry S. Maltese

As the weather changes from Cold to Warm
the bumble bees begin to dance and swarm
As the daisies stretch out to kiss the sun
the children go outside to have their fun

I can smell the springtime in the playful air
 I watch as it tosses a young girls hair
And the shadows that follow me till the night
as I firmly hold onto the string of my kite

It's as if my youth has returned again
reminiscing with me like an old time friend
In the memories, we laugh, and we compare
all  that's floating inside of that springtime air

Everything all becomes so new once more
as it beckons that there is still magic in store
for each day has a new change that it can bring
in the playful unfolding that we call spring


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