Spring is in the Air

Spring is in the air; I can feel it in my hair.

I can feel it everywhere, like the still sweet sound.

Of a bird's love call, in the warm, sultry air.

That flows in from the sea, like the sap climbs the tree.


Bursting forth in flower, a brief display to lure the bee.

To bring me my honey, flowing to me.

As if in a dream, her face I seem to see.

In every flower, around every corner, in every tree.

Spring is in the air, and the fever's got me. 

Copyright 2001 © Ronald W. Hull



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