BACKYARD SPRING

I love the backyard when things turn to Spring.
The ash have just begun to get their leaves
And mountain winds blow in with all they bring,
While cold night chill gives way to gentle breeze.

Lilac bushes line the cedar fences,
Old benches here and there for decoration,
Honeysuckle blossoms fill my senses,
And a garden for grandgirls' excavation.

I built a deck back there for get togethers.
We all gather there for family dinners
That last all day depending on the weather.
One thing for sure, no one's getting thinner.

The snow is gone; the sky is blue.
Another winter we've just gone through.