Frozen deep down under
Waiting for spring
To give a thumbs up
For Earth
To push out the cold
For sweet rain
To tickle and warm the soil.

Sniffle, sniffle
Spring is a-comin’
Smells tickle noses
Seeds picked up by breezes
Dandelion puffs a-floatin’
Wafting from sneeze to sneeze…
Peacefully.

March twenty-first
Four AM
Alive, still, awake.
Cool dew,
Sliding between toes
Dandelions tickling
Beneath bare feet
The aroma of freshness
The feeling of freedom.

Perfect, pretty, puffy
Standing there all alone
Waiting to be touched
By a touch of sunshine,
Or a whisper of wild wind
Oh, make a wish now
The breeze is coming by
Blowing wisps away
One by one
With no direction
And no end.

A sea of limitless sunshine
Miles and miles
Speckled pure yellow
Radiating under the summer breeze
The smell of happiness,
The glow of nature,
The radiance of life,
A blank yellow notepad
Waiting to be written.

As quickly as they came
Popping up twofold,
Day after day,
As quickly winds carried this trend,
They disappear just as fast
When autumn air settles in.