Reborn

The first Spring rain,
On the window pane,
The smell of fresh cut grass.
Planting seeds in the rich dark soil,
The fruits of my labor bare no toil.
Sitting on the lawnchair,
Gazing at the moon,
Smelling the Apple blossoms,
And the Lilacs in bloom.
The Cardinal is back,
Singing to me every morn'
A new season has been reborn !
Renee 7/20/04