The Touch Of Spring Poem by James Greene

Taking a casul walk in the park,
The air is so clean and fresh.
My new outlook is no longer dark,
Spring is here, new growth starts to mesh.

A promise of new flowers in bloom,
Birds flying high in the the sky.
A release of fragrance like perfume,
I feel such warmth, saying to winter goodbye.

Oh how I love the the touch of spring,
The sun so brightly shining above.
The melodies of nature so sweetly sing,
My thoughts turn into so much love.


(March 28,2007)