Spring,
Holds in her arms a bunch of daffodils
The possibility
A warmer day will arrive with
The news you still love me
And fragile dreams in water colored light
Will bloom like violets
In April rain
To wash away any pain
That still lingers
Any cloud of a doubt
That remains
Mixing shadow and sun
With my fingers
Painting lovers
Keeping a promise of someday
The scent of lilacs and a whippoorwill
So full of memory
And something more
Another spring
Worth waiting for.