Awakening From Winter Poem by David Taylor

Bleary eyed we gaze upon
the sunlit meadows, the darkest storm
and feel the breeze and soak the warm
and listen to the bees that swarm.

Fresh flowers fragrance finds
those special memories in our minds
and cast us back so many years
and fades away the cares and fears.

We dream upon the floating clouds
the ones that golden sunlight shrouds
with fleeting shadows on the ground
speeding by without a sound.

The buds are green and small
awaiting springtime rain to fall
and in my heart I hold a seed
and wonder at what spring means.