Spring Came Like Sunday Morning

Spring Came Like Sunday Morning
A freshness, a peace, a quiet.
There was the light, the birds, the end of the frost.
There were the people, the person, the faces, the stories.
Spring announced itself with a joyous celebration 
Of newness
And my soul smiled, because
Like Sunday Morning, Spring came 
To Praise
To Celebrate
To end the gloom of winter 
To give a new rest, a new song 

Much love, Vivi