micropoem for the day: spring

Spring is here. You heard me. Spring is here. After this last winter, it’s about time. Just about everything and everyone is happy to see it coming. After the chilly con carne days of winter, spring is a pleasant way to begin the year. We crawl out of our hibernation. We store our winter clothes away. We stretch our arms and take in a big breath of fresh air. And we think. It’s great to be alive and well, kicking and screaming. Soon the opening day of baseball will be here, Life is just peachy keen.

nothing like a spring morning
the trees greet the sun
the birds sing and chirp