Winters den.

Spring has arrived with blossoms 
The air so fresh and nice 
Where the bees are busy working 
The flowers glade with spice

All my wildest moments leave no trail
Back to winters den
Delighted in this new born season
My heart can rise again 

Where the lonely shadows pass
The folage,  another flowers bloom, 
I find my solace in the contours 
not defined by gloom.