Spring holds in her arms a bunch of daffodils

The possibility of warmer days

Will arrive with the news you still love me

In fragile dreams and watercolored nights

We’ll bloom like violets in April rain

To wash away any pain that still lingers

Any cloud of a doubt that remains

Mixing shadow and sun with her fingers

Painting lovers

Keeping the promise of someday

The scent of lilac and a whippoorwill

So full of memories

But something more

Another spring worth waiting for.