The world sparkles
Shimmering emeralds build a forest
A warm glow and a cool breeze
They make something special
I must smile.
It’s a mood, palpable
The start of something great
Not because the calendar says
Simply because it is
Personification of possibilities
Without a whisper of confirmation
No guarantees, mere potential
Excitement? Joy? Love?
It’s enough
Now reaching a crescendo
The light of a summer just being born.