The driveway glistens,
The grass is ankle-deep and wet,
Green birch trees have grown a few new leaves overnight.
I stand in front of the woods,
Lifting my face into cozy sunlight,
A sapid wind kisses my cheeks.
Glad to see the darkness of winter gone,
The mountains, jade green, fill the distance
with their mighty, bold stretch.
A wedge of birds sings in rhythms,
Freshness overtakes my body,
I’m going to enjoy this time of the year,
With joy written in my footsteps.