My escape comes with new vibrant life
as doomed icicles melt.
Hope for people as restricted as me-
a freedom that’s heartfelt.
I step into the green, where blossom falls-
celebrating a liberty of ease;
I feel as I can fly among migrating birds
after the gaoling frosty freeze.
Stripped naked trees once again clothe
in budding green shaded outfits;
in confidence, creatures camouflage
to a safety that secretly outwits.
I love spring; it carries a gliding freedom
of happiness, colour, life.
Where days are longer, warmer, sunnier;
I can walk, smile without strife.
Month of may Kuli Kohli