Spectacular color carpets the fields,
as slow-rising sun lifts sleepy head
and smiles upon blossoms clustered below.
Has spring really come and harsh winter fled?

Warm breezes caress my winter-pale cheeks
and riffle through flowers like waves rushing in.
The butterflies drawn to these beautiful blooms
loop countless circles, fly under my chin.

This nuance of spring has nurtured my hopes
that soon we'll be viewing new leaves on the trees,
birds building their nests with litter and twigs,
while merrily flitting about like the bees.