Spring Fever
Raindrops on the window pane
Softly falls the gentle rain.
Watching, waiting for the hour
Sunshine ends the gentle shower.
Flowers blooming in the spring
Lifts our hearts once more to sing.
Out of this joy our love does flower
Giving it eternal power.
Sunshine heartens birds to sing
Of the wonders brought with spring.
Hold my love and never leave her
Perhaps I suffer from spring fever.
© Skya Wode
13 January 1998
