Spring's awakening

Light spills onto and over the whiteness of my page
Touching my left hand as if telling it to start working
An encouraging nudge to warm up the words as they are eager to escape

I can see the brightness of the day, the heat from the new sun
It is beckoning me, pulling me into his arms

I have all I need here
With the strong glow on my face
Serenity fills this place

There is something in the soft breeze
Of spring's first days
That allows all the hidden ventures to come back out and play