Intoxicating

Spring, your beauty does grace,
each branch upon the tree, 
and sounds of life's rebirth
embrace the air so free.

Houses that once were empty,
become alive as before.
The little wren begins
her cozy home for four.

The wind whispers in song
dancing across each flower,
sweetness shall bloom again,
Springtime brings the power.

Sunshine fills the daytime hours,
wind-chimes ring upon the breeze,
intoxicating all who view...
Springs return with ease.

©Marie C.