Soft Spring
(Written February 1984)
The Master Artist paints in pastels,
     the colors of spring.
Chirping birds announce the season
     as they sing.
Children laugh and play
     concerned about nothing.
High above cotton-clouds, kites soar
     on invisible strings.
The sun spreads over the sky,
     softly shimmering.
On the ends of stems,
     buds are blooming.
Love is light, like
     feathers on wings.
Warmth and joy are the
     winds of soft spring.