Spring.

These are the times

These are the days

When the sun is out

When the grass is green, 

the daffodils are showing their best yellows,

and the dogs are chasing the birds. 

These are the days. 

When the sun is out.

When I can breathe.

When I can breathe.

I can smiles

and laugh. 

These are the days. 

When the sun is out.

When I am smiling and laughing

When I can remember

there is life

what looked dead was never dead

the daffodils are blooming

and as am I. 

These are the days. 

When the sun is out.

When the daffodils are blooming.

And I too, can renew myself

laugh again, 

and love again 

These are the days. 

Reviews

[Emily]

I love it!
Nice wording!
Keep it up!

[Jamie]

This is the embodiment of you releasing yourself of care. Thank you for a beautiful piece as this! It is innocent and beautiful and delicate as to the flowers you mention often. Well done.

[Elie Marie]

aww you're right :) thank you!

[Jamie]

Any time. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful poem for Spring. I do need a warm day. You create beautiful and warm places in the words. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Elie Marie]

thanks Coyote :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.