Spring Day

Spring's wind is known dearly within the home,
The breeze traveling through a taunting screen
Within a room, billowing with joy 
As the rest remain still, silent, and dark,
Unknowing of the spring's warmth 
And the sunlit rays which hold a promise 
To heat and cherish each wintry heart
With a stroke to each cheek and kiss to each
Pale grin. Her joy is known.
The open window shows the rest the beauty 
And peace within a bright spring day.
Dark curtains reach out to take a hand,
Their pure white backs waving hello to the stillness
Within a room, and drag one out to revel in this 
New spring day. The life within the breeze 
Tangles itself within the curtains as if to ask,
Why do you not play with me? Play with me,
For I have not seen you in so long, and this day
Is perfect for reuniting friends. Come play with me.
The breeze is crisp, as fresh as it could be,
When within the sun's smile.
It waits patiently, all becoming like a silent winter's whisper
As it waits to see if one will come out, 
The sun coaxing one away to play with its sons and daughters,
The beauties of a new spring day.