So sweet it seems cool breezes spring at me
With hint of warmth as day speeds by. So sweet
Soft peeking green, no more to hide. And see
How breezes blow on by, so sad, so sweet?

And now it seems new life is born, so sweet,
A reoccurring theme within a dream.
Soft how again can life re-die? So sweet
The spring of life goes by. And so to dream…

Again it seems cold winter chases me,
Without the warmth of days gone by. So sweet
Soft memories abide, no life can see
The end of time. As season flows so sweet,

It waves its greening tendrils as it flies,
So sweet I used to be, again, goodbye.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 3/26/11