When did it happen,
the change from cool to balm whispering breezes
that once before were harsh winter winds?
The change of the seasons is upon us;
flowers and blossoms protrude from trees and bushes and bulbs;
splashes of purple and pink are everywhere;
and I watch from the window
inside.

It's spring now;
All that's alive awakens from the dreary winter slumber;
flowers, bushes and trees assault the senses with intoxicating fragrance
and give the appearance of a Persian tapestry covering the new earth.
I ride in my car with my windows up
I can only look through the windshield of my car
inside.

May came in
riding a raindrop left-over from an April thunderstorm.
The grass magically formed a plush emerald carpet
beneath the purple red bud (a dichotomy);
it's dotted with grape hyacinths playing peek-a-boo with the violets
that bloomed first in April.
I imagine its thick touch from the window
inside.

I watch the neighbors
dressed in shorts and walking their dogs;
some push baby carriages to show off their diminutive newborns
carried to term through austere winter months;
others stroll to the chant of motors as they attempt to tame the grass;
They spot me lurking and smile;
and I wave from the window
inside.

All the animals come out to play;
the squirrels climb the trees and chase each other
around and around the back yard 'neath the blooming white dogwood tree;
The bunnies hop lightly with a hobby horse motion; their downy tails wagging.
Spring is so exquisite and exhilarating.
I yearn to be part of it
but I can only, sadly, gaze from the window
inside.

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