Spring’s Trace

By chance I pass within your trace,
Where perfumed fragrance loom
Subtle stroke across my face,
Soft message from the gloom

Fear not friend, you’re nearer still,
Harsh winter draws to close
Gifts of sweet and pinkish bloom,
Are pleasure sent for nose

Close your eyes, draw your breath,
Now fill your chest with dream
In morn look for her presence spread,
With warmth from glinting beam

© Maureen (Mo) O’Brien
March 10, 2018