Awakened by the sweet song of the robin
I hasten to get dressed
Rushing to make morning coffee
So I can sit outside on the deck
The cool mist refreshes my soul
Smiling as the birth of spring unfolds
Birds singing
Flowers blooming
Beautiful colors fill the old dull faded canvas of yesterday
As if an artist began to paint his masterpiece.
Death becomes a memory
New life begins
Invigorating
God's gift to enjoy
In a beautiful way
Dimitri Jagodinski
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-the-awakening/
