Spring to Arrive

It was I and a few wildflowers,

Shivering in wind and calming in the sunshine.

We saw the rest of the world withering,

As we waited for the spring to arrive.

It was I and a carpet of rustling leaves,

Waiting for the woods to bloom

And new colors to thrive,

As we waited for the spring to arrive.

It was I and the whistling birds,

Gazing at plums and berries to ripe.

And together wanted new flavors,

As we waited for the spring to arrive.

Today, its I and widespread colors,

Smiling at vibrant blooms and fragrant flavors

And remembering autumn

As the spring did arrive.