The Scent of Spring

Is it the wild meadow grass after a rain

Is it the sun’s warming light, or melting snow

 Or stark terrain

Is it February longing to sing

Buds waiting to open

Birds on the wing

Flowers and rain, or warm air lifting

Or softness of night

A natures gifting

Maybe a hum to a prairie’s reverie

A breeze on a sail

A nest in a tree

An awakening step across the lawn

A nudge to a leaf

And then Earth yawned

Earth did say, “I smell spring in the air”.

I wondered if this was just a crazy wild hair

I lifted my chin, closed my eyes and took a whiff

I’m not sure what I smelled, with that little old sniff

So, I took a deep breath, inhaled through my nose

But started to sneeze, and the smell curled my toes

Was this Spring I did smell?

I just couldn’t tell

Or was it the neighbor’s cow

Pooping at the plow