The scent of spring

The benevolent sunrays,
Warming,
A slight subtle breeze,
Rain, occasionally.
The pristine greens,
Sprigs and twigs,
Beautiful buds,
Conceived,
And now,
Ready to
Bloom and blossom.
The promise
Of beauty,
The hope of summer.
I embrace the freshness,
The zeal and zest
Of spring.
The staleness
Of winter
Washed away
From the verdure
With dewy mornings.
It is so fresh,
So bright,
So resplendent
That it hurts to stay indoor
Amidst
The artificially lit
Corridors,
Breathing
The dark and damp
Solitude.
So
I don
The mocassins
And let the
Air
Hit me in the face
Accompanied
In the exodus
With a friend.
Carefully
We pick our way through the
Foliage
Strewn underneath.
Two people,
Breathing
The spring.
The lights
And
Sounds
Of the
Metropolitan cumulus
Receding to the backgrounds.
The sun setting
In the distant horizons,
The glowing embers
Now bright, now mute,
Finally subdued.
The shadows
Walking back
To the niches
In growing twilight
Wrapping the mild shrugs
A tad tighter.