Cool spring air blows in on the backs of dark gray clouds,
As the ominous giants clear,
The sky opens to a gentle shade of blue.
Birds swoop through the air,
Returning from their southerly respite,
Fish leap from the water to kiss the crisp vernal air,
Awakened from their winter slumber,
They know the beauty and warmth the future will bring.
Gone are the icy days,
Filled with dark and snow,
Here are the blustery spring days,
May there be many more.
