These blooms from Oh Joy got us into Spring feaver!
by Parris Gerrard
Every day you play with the light of the universe
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.
I go as far to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains,
Bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses
I want to do with you
What spring does with the cherry trees
From: Evey day you play, Pablo Neruda