Spring Song

Spring Yearning


Spring has come without fanfare or fleet;

Its advent for the year is quietly complete.

But, yet, I can feel a change in the air—

The bubbling spring and the wind in my hair,

The chirping of birds as they make their new home.

Today, I could take the whole earth for to roam!


Wanderlust comes on me again with my favorite season—oh, that I had wings and could go where I pleased!

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