spring arrives
so many second childhoods

i never found it
though i looked in all faces
transcribing my heart

neighborhood play mate
fifty years on we still search
for sun kicks of fun

winters evening
shard filled breeze nips my ankles
while surfing the net

scatts party central
younger generations hands
full of learning curves

oh their wings let loose
smiles and good wishes packed tight
sitting on her case

flutterbugs jumping
excitement & fear compete
world travellers depart

katherine stores checkout
methylated spirits thanks
no brown paper bag

bone chilling grayness
words like chicken weather
spring to mind like foul

intense autumn leaves
full of colour and movement
infusing my joy