Cool

The freshness comes in through the window,
  with the song of the birds heralding it.
Spring is here, with the cool breezes of morn,
  safe from the late heat of day, clouded.
The grass grows, the trees bloom, the sky
  becomes a brighter blue than the drab
Rains which have poured and announced
  the possibility with floods and booms.
It is a start to the newness of life, the proof
  even in death, new life comes again.
Not in the ways expected, or the paths we
  have traveled before, on its own.
Each spring is a different beginning, an
  opening of what can be should we
Walk the ways of change and grief and
  allow it to give life in the seeds planted.