La Primavera

The frost has left and
a fresh feel of warmth remains--
the world is reborn.

I lay in the grass,
woken by a golden sun
seeing Her at work.

Trees bear new blossoms,
animals shyly come out--
again She has come.

Birds hit their high notes,
a breeze tousles my loose hair--
the sky a bright blue.

Spring exhales deeply--
a flowery scent surrounds,
putting me at ease.