Spring returns like a divine lover,

with her orchestra of scents,

and a palette filled with buds.

It was as if you, and I,

and the sun, were married now,

living in this large room,

helping one another to clean,

cook, feed our beautiful animals,

carry the Divine Old Dog into the car,

for another walk, in the woods.

Today, we saw the last of the ice,

lurking down the hill,

in a muddy shallow,

out of the light,

hanging on for dear life down,

goodbye ice, we shouted,

don’t be a pest,

you are just a ghost now.

The two of us started singing,

like two traveling minstrels,

about this beautiful existence,

that we share.

And our laughter,

echoed through the dark woods.

It is as if you, me and the sun,

were all living in one big room,

together, sharing the beautiful day.