Spring Tingles The Tongue

The crashing of emotions, the fall of hope,
the rise it starts to tread once more,
while Spring’s hibernation is discarded
as yawns fill the air with beauty’s touch.
Quiet promise blushes another day, to call
the light of hazy shimmering Summer will bring.

Laughter; loud and bold, roams free spirits,
tears evaporate, they search for clouds in blue sky,
angels rush from heaven and watch the sun
parade gentle warmth while fresh breezes collect
the stains Winter left upon the earth;
spinning joy and leaves full of nervous whisperings.

The world gives birth to new life, lambs struggle,
foals rise on unsteady legs, children cry
the first breath into air made for us all,
while flowers rise and trees stretch growth.
The day leaps from dawn to afternoon to evening
as wings of butterflies colour themselves in change.

What more can eyes take in as the erupting -
fired beginnings of fresh ballet, stand on toes,
pirouette's performance takes the stage
as the audience sits back and admires life.
All the flavours of a time brand new,
merge into delicious taste; tingling the tongue.