There is still a chill in the air
Smell our clothes hanging bare
Out on the clothesline again
The frost still in the ground
When first showers of vernal rain
Making puddles in the street
Waiting for the sound of little feet
Tramping and stomping along
Sounds made louder by the slush
Nearby a shrinking pile of snow
Hear the laughter and pure joy
First dandelions made into a chain
A child’s smiles…. triumphantly
Splashing along as she goes
The songbirds first melody
Comes on the rising whips of fog
Stillness drifts o'er the orchard
Passed along all these lost thoughts
Buried in time just like among these
And all our memories also planted
Like seeds in our consciousness
Waiting patiently while love will grow
Waiting all this time to take us home