The warmth of late march
finally a hint of spring
with a breath of birds.
The birds of spring come
flowing up the warm currents
sparkling in the sky.
Smallest of crocus
hiding in the pathway grass
surprising my feet.
The warmth of late march
finally a hint of spring
with a breath of birds.
The birds of spring come
flowing up the warm currents
sparkling in the sky.
Smallest of crocus
hiding in the pathway grass
surprising my feet.
My creed is that:/ Happiness is the only good./ The place to be happy is here./ The time to be happy is now./ The way to be happy is to make others so.