Geese fly over in uneven v’s like the squiggliest line.
Cardinals and other little birds chirp wildly like baboons calling to the wild.
Snow melting off the grass so fast a river is formed.
Air as fresh as the open valleys on a bright, warm, sunny day.
The chilly winter winds nipping at my hands and face leaving marks.
I am refreshed and ready to begin something new.
Thanks for the comments, whenever somebody leaves me a comment I try to comment back on their poems, I don't get a whole lotta comments... ssoo thanks:D Keep up ur good writing:D
