Welcoming Spring

Come, let’s put on
Our last year’s jackets
And old shoes, and skip
The mud puddles and
Walk in ragged grass
Left over from the fall.

Let’s brush out our hair
And feel the warm,
Moist wind, the spongy earth
Left damp from melting snow.

The world is like a tramp
Roused up from sleep
By the warm sun,
Uncovering debris scattered
About through months of
Closed-in sleep
Beneath the snow.

Let’s find a hill
To feel the wind
And share the new
And reminisce.

Let’s find a sentimental
Song to sing.

Come out with me
And be a part of spring.