Poem: Neighborhood Comes Alive

When spring comes
the life in the air
brings a renewed spirit
of warmth and hope.

Gentle winds blow
from the east
the leaves rustle
right past my window.

The shrieks of children
playing outside
bikes parked outside the garage
adventures to be had.

Flowers poke out of
winter's soil
eagerly facing the sun
for the first time.

No one can deny
the cold long slumber
is at an end
and the warmth is here to stay.