I strolled through the empty streets of spring

It was a cool mild fresh evening of drips and trickles

The trees had shed all of their snowy visitors

The sidewalk was strewn with slush and channels

Water settled in place or flowed to the next gathering

Buds have been popping up on the branches and twigs

You could breath in the cool fresh feeling that was spring

I skipped like a stream hopping kid along the streets paths

I jumped on the places that the water eroded the ice away

Capturing the nights glimmer off the fading snow and ice

Seeing park benches that weeks ago were not there

Catching the light reflected off street lamps and house lights

Gazing in awe through branches across the solid ice

Catching a shot out the corner of my eye that begged to be captured

I could feel the thrive of a hard days work ahead

There was a bounce in my step as I lustfully danced through the quiet night

I am back through the fog of doubt and misunderstanding

I have that evil glint in my soul and that urge of joy in my heart

I wander and move through the glory of the cool night air

alei will love this part of me since I love it in her

Thinking of spring makes me want the wilderness that surrounds me

Wanting a good long hike to feel like I have been reborn

I walk outside and think of it again, as if it was given back

So missed and remembered of the times in which is was grand

I have it back with a fervor and fight for what is all of ours

There will still be those days in which I am down and out

Those moments in which I don't want to see the worlds scorn

They come at us with the chilling breeze and the horrid freeze

Confined in our prisons of solitude to ponder our darkness

We remove ourselves from all of the comforts that would be had

Shrink into the covers for fear of the frost that protects us

Hide who we are from those we love so they will never think ill of us

The time is her to come alive and embrace our true selves

Let the drakes of a new growth sprout their wings to fly

Settle into our fairies and sprite of mischief and flight

Run wild through the woods of change and living to find your youth

Walk these shores of discovery to see what was stolen from you

You are now open to wistful play and wanton pleasing

We are free