There is something so comforting when you are around

There is more color on the flowers and more green in the grass

A nip in the air and a whiff of something fresh and alive

The flowers have just begun a slow game of peek-a-boo

And there is a slow but steady rhythm to the sway of the trees

There is something so comforting when you are around

The bitter cold is just passing and giving way to the leveller

The days of shivering are gone for the season

And the days of basking in the sun are yet to begin

I love this time of transience, not too short, not too long

I love the colors you bring, the joy you give

Life is beautiful when you are around

But if spring is here then can summer be far behind?