Springtime

The wind through my hair
makes me realize its spring
that the rain will pour freshly
on the pastures of green.

The horses run freely
on the new grassy ground
picking up all the new smells
picking up all the new sounds.

The tulips grow strong
the clover grows abundantly
wildflowers have taken over
as far as the eye can see.

My sweater is gone
my dresses are out
these beautiful things show
what spring is all about.