spring

Throwing fresh pomander over
Cold dank smells of winter.
Birds just arrived from Africa
Chorus their thrill.
Blood octane rises,
Burning off frigid diesel sludge.
First sweat beads
on sun hungry skin.
Trees dip their toes 
In lakes of bluebells.
Cold beer slops carelessly
on last summer's ring stain table.
Chests optimistically inflate
embracing the magic of crystal blue.