Spring joy

Slightly faded blooms,
as mother, though tired, smiling,
brighten up your day.

Nature speaks

Peeking through the trees,
straight into denying eyes,
changing; climate, lives.

Poking out, calling,

as toddler for its mother,

comes first sign of spring.

Looking at the past
eyes longing for the future—
cycles of nature.

As teenage heart throb,
a swirling mass of beauty—
sun setting; sky fire.