Dainty cherry blossoms are for sight;
A blush that creeps through moss and evergreen,
Pale pink pompoms herald nascent life,
Wintry mist gives way to dewy scene.

The beat of flighty rain is for sound;
Mild one minute, the next, torrential
Drip drop, splish splash, pitter, patter, POUND—
A temperate rhythm with thrilling potential.

Earthy loam and dampened grass is for smell;
The crisp air lingers with each breath inhaled,
Sweet scents as buds shed their fragile shells,
Fragrances as yet stifled, now unveiled.

Wondrous joys the coming season brings;
The world welcomes
The sights,
The sounds,
The smells,
The senses of Spring.