A faint scent of summer makes promises
and like whispers from years past it brings news.
Shake off the misery of your winter’s blues!
Enjoy spring with the sun’s tender kisses.
This didn’t really work, probably since I failed to stick to a strict iambic pentameter (it is just SO hard!), but it’s supposed to be an Envelope quatrain (abba) as described by Imaginary Garden With Real Toads. I wanted to do something about the fact that we finally seem to have moved from winter to spring… Or at least so we hope! I will also offer this up to the Gods of NaPoWriMo 2012.