Alive in the Winds

I can now look at the petals,

The pinks and yellows,

And know that winter takes rest.

Spring is dancing

In the spinning sun,

And the deep greens paint

The branches that long

For their cover and protection.

Daylight lasting

A bit longer each day.

I am alive in the winds.

I don't wish for this to end

As we cherish the petals.

Sweet-smelling breezes

Take us home.

Winter can continue to sleep.