Baby’s first spring blooms with joy. There’s grass for sitting and nature’s their toy. There are leaves to touch and bugs to see, flowers to smell and the buzz of a bee. ~ The sun is warm and the sky is blue. A breeze tickles toes where once a shoe. Daring they get and start to crawl. They chase the cat chasing the ball. ~ Mom gets it first and giggles they share. She tosses the ball high in the air. Little eyes get rubbed, its naptime soon. Then there’s lunch on a spring afternoon.
Springtime beckons to one and all; life’s beginning, unlike the fall. Evening’s crisp and tomorrow shines, blooms hide the naked lines. ~ The air is fresh with skies of blue; warmth thaws the winters’ view. Days growing longer on a smiling face, sunset walks set the pace. ~ Summer’s next, its appeal clear, but cool it’s only one fourth the year. Spring is best I must confess, a shared opinion’s my seasoned guess.