Poem fourteen- http://napowrimo.com
A hue of spring flushes the cheeks of the world today,
She breathes warm breezes over our grateful skin
And sings with a voice of insects humming and birdsong.
Even the dirt seems brighter and more welcoming somehow.
A sky of deep blue eyes watches us
as we creep our way outside.
Away from the dark, brooding winter and into the light.
Into the promise of tomorrow, the promise of a future filled with sunlight.