In a sky of slate gray, ageing trees of darkest black. I turn my gaze heaven bound and see you smiling back. The lone star calling me home to the embrace where I belong. A time when we were parted, I blink

You are Spring, My love. The blooming jacaranda and the warm kiss of the sun. Where once was ice, frosted white, a new cycle has begun. Songbirds sweet when dawn ascends, for you are Spring, My Love. You