The snow that inhabited our city
Is spewn in slushy piles
On the side of the road
Pink and green buds
Dripping melted ice
On unsuspecting passer bys
Single flowers popping from
The thawed earth
The sun has become more yellow
More like a dandelion
Less like a ball of frozen lemonade
Naive dreamers running about
Under the fifty degree sunlight
In shorts
Smells of flowers and wet grass
Talk of Easter and Memorial Day
The last few months of school
Couples planning dinners
Buying chocolates and roses
Cutting out paper hearts with love notes
For Valentines Day
Class trips to celebrate
The end of the learning for a short while
Leaving the crowded buildings
Absorbing the weightless feeling of summer
Spirits lifting like fog
With the rising heat
