It wasn’t until the cold winds turned back north

that the winter began to release its cold grip.

On that day the sun smiled and made all okay.

As a warm shouldered hand or a high fiving five

At last the gray clouds were then lifted away

and air breazed into caverns of city’s below.

The children looked up and the sun kissed their face

and made them all giggle as coats were released

Oh sweetness of  inhale previewing the summer.

No other breathed thing could better that taste.

For that song of spring bringing singing of strings

and all of us flowers abloomed in the spring!