Oh how warm the rays
That caress my brow
The winter chill, behind me now.
The scents of Spring, filling the air.
.Blossoms open, soon fruits to bear.
Birds gathering merrily in tree and bush
Ole Bluejay's making quite a fuss.
Windows opened, stale airexhaled.
An Elderbery Mead fermenting in my pail.
I look to Heaven,
Smiling,
Whispering,
Yep NW......All is well.