Spring

Inside and out, 

It smells like rain. 

Mom says it just smells musty.

Monday, the sun was out

Tuesday, the clouds crept in

And now the sky pours

It's rain.

The air is thick

And the light is dim.

I sit on the 

Carpet

And I wonder when I’ll 

Take my next

Adventure.

Winter lingers ever

Now and then,

Seeping into the 

Edges of my view

But the air smells

Like spring,

Must and dirt and 

Blooming pollen. 

Soon, the 

Honey suckle 

Will unfurl

It’s petals

And it’s sweet

Sugar shall

Sweep across my tongue.

Soon, the birds will 

Be merry and 

Jovial, their young

Painting across the sky

For their very

First time. 

Soon, the water will 

Relax

And its lazy 

Waves will lap

Up across

The shore 

Of the pond 

Down the road.