Poem I wrote about Spring

I need the smell of rotten twigs and wood chips burning free

I need the hint of trees on wind and leaves blowing in the breeze

I need the sound of birds chirping, their song heard so long ago

And the crack of a twig on a dirt brown soil

Waiting to turn green

The sprout of grass on a yellowed canvas the smell of summer song

The hint of fire, burning bright

The smell of all life's arrival

Bring forth to me the summer's breeze

Early in the spring's showers

I take with me the breath of life

And bring with me desire

The bird may chirp

My head looks up

And in that moment sun, I feel the heat and feel the life

Of spring ever sprung.