Starting Again.

When It Rains

The scent rises like no other,
A citrus freshness echoing endearing daffodils.
Pulsating Spring laughs in the face of old Winter,
Sometimes youth takes wisdom for granted.
But could it be any other way?

Bitter, Biting rain drops fade,
A vintage past its prime.
Replaced by an effervescent Champagne,
Dispelled by an impetuous cloud.

Secluded, in a blossoming park
I am camouflaged by colour.
Spring, the young heart of any aging body
A new beginning allows the shedding of the past.
A new face brings the banishment of an old mask.