I Loved Her in the Spring

"I Loved Her in the Spring"
By David Cortez

And off, we're caught in wild wind,
young winter breath depart,
to welcome new enchanted March,
white painted hills to part.

Cool listing air caresses hair,
entwined with changing breeze,
and now, begins the lovely dance

which bows the humble trees.

A lark, at perch on warming eaves,
sweet honeysuckle kiss,
we frame this hour to save the time,
when winter comes, be missed.