Sonnet--Ode to Spring

How lovely it is when spring comes around.

When soft greens peak out of the ground.                                         

The sun seems to shine in a different way,

when out into its glow, children come to play.

While flowers bloom, new noses to trigger,

the creek bubbles with a renewed vigor.                                           

But even so a distinct smell seem to stay

while the remnants of winter melt away.

The subtle scent of dead leaves still lingers,

as winter fades and slips through your fingers.                                 

Things once white, turn from brown and then to green.

Things thought to be dirty, in the rains, come clean.

All things fresh and new--ready to be born again.