The First Day of Spring

A grace flowing, a peaceful river,
The sun rises along with the flower,
It pours forth its warm rays,
The mountainside is illuminated,
The rolling green hills sway in the breeze,
The wind blows, a soft touch to
     brush the heat off the skin,
A deep, slow inhale,
A satisfied, lingering exhale,
Birds chirp in the distance,
I take your hand as we walk 
     in the grass,
Your dress blowing gently,
Your hair flowing in the wind,
We waltz to the beat of the
     breeze,
The radiant sun warms the earth,
The grass dances,
Not a cloud to be seen,
Blue sky over rolling hills.

3-10-14