Early Morning Walk...

Opening the door Early in the morn’ a cold blast greets me Sending shivers coursing through my soul My hands grasp the jacket near by And I stroll out into the blustering wind Cold northern breezes brush against my cheeks And my bones cry out for warmth Looking upon the sky I marvel The stars twinkling and the moon shines in her glory Stooping down I admire the blue belles and lilies Gently touching their soft picturesque colors A deep heart felt sigh and I pray they will make it The maple blossoms blow all around And the robin's song is silent The stillness is almost haunting as fingers of green buds extend from dark arms Swaying with a fast motion for warmth They seem to whisper were has the season gone Why did you come and then leave so quickly? Droplets of last nights rain fall upon my head Tears for the deception of spring