A Roman Spring. Poem by PAUL COLVIN

As winter packs its heavy bags and welcomes back the spring
We wait in hope for brighter days and all that it will bring
Warmer smells surround our souls and captivate our minds
With new buds sprung on every tree, sweet smells of every kind.
The fresh cut grass reminds us, of places long since gone
Of times when we were children, kicking up the lawn,
So fresh, so real, so living, it’s still a part of me,
When we were young and happy but mostly we were free.