Airing

Drapes drawn aside

And doors open wide

So the draught in the room

Clears away your perfume

Your glass is washed

And your music is hushed

I remove every trace

Of your cold embrace

Shed your winter coat

And sow the seeds of vernal sun

Melt water will flow

And irrigate spouts of zest to come

Sandals on feet

Hapscotch boards on the street

And the first ice cream cone

Means at last you're gone

When you're giving in

That's the sure sign of spring

'Seasons cycle' I smile

You'll be back in a while