A Spring Day Poem by D.N. Rebb

You are like the fresh snow falling lightly on an April mornin'
Each flake as unique as your ambitious dreams
Like experienced contemporary dancers individually performing
The dance of the pacific salmon returning to spawn upstream

The accompanying wind gently blows through the snow covered pansies
Together, with your long curly blond hair
Wafting in the breeze like a distinct tattered flag for all to see
Somewhere within, I retrieve your smile that leaves nothing to compare

Even the angels in the heavens above are observing with glee
You cast your steady wholesome light for all to revive
I then snatch your hand and you make me feel so free
There's laughter in your voice, and a purpose to your strive

And I beg the Almighty to not ever make this day end
Been told you've earned this hour, or is that just a myth?
If f I should fail today, for some reason, I would hence die with intend
Can you hear? In the distance stands Old Father Time with his scythe

He is indeed smiling with approval
His hourglass has been given renewal