'Spring In The Air' Poem by Linda Winchell

How can it be, I'm smelling Spring in the air?
There's snow on the ground
and on the trees, everywhere!

Yet the smell of Spring
entered into a sniff of my nose.
As I stood at the sink
up the scent, of Spring had rose.

Is it my girlish heart?
that is wanting this so?
That I smell now it's freshness
in the morn of the air?

I'll keep looking for it
no matter how long it seems to take!
And eventually it will be here
four months of time, and Spring again will awake!