Spring. A great yellow stain. <br />Forsythias burst and daffodils explode. <br />Swallows hurry back from Mexico <br />and are bitten by <br />the laughing snows of April. <br /> <br /> <br />Spring, the smile <br />of a ninety-year old man <br />who can't hear a thing you say <br />yet keeps talking to you nonetheless. <br /> <br /> <br />Spring and dreams <br />have that in common.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/april-fools-2/
