Lightly the breeze caresses her face, and as
If there were some gentle unseen hand
Slowly swiping away at the loose
Tendrils of gold and copper.  Precarious is the posing of
Each lock as the curls rest upon forehead and
Neck whilst they dance upon the breeze.

The warmth of the sun alone can be
Overwhelming on a day such as this.

There are not yet green leaves to shade
Heads, hands, hearts, or homes.  Only the
Ever present winds of spring bring to  

Mind thoughts enough to cool all.
Until Mother Nature will
Share with all Her spring, the
Icy breeze with an ever-tinkling tune
Can be the only thing to cool and comfort the hearts and heads of man.