Spring

Spring is a smell. The air smells of sunlight, damp earth and budding life.

Spring is a sound. Birds are chirping, the wind is rustling the naked branches of the trees and snow melts into rushing streams of water.

Spring is a feeling. The sun is more persistant in his attempts to warm us; life is vibrant, buzzing, vibrating.

Spring is a sight. The air is clear and bright, the colours are changing.

Spring is a word: The Great Awakening.

And somewhere, hiding in the shrubberies, is Winnie the Lizard.

Notes: So, who's Winnie the Lizard? I've no idea. It kept popping up in English class, in all sorts of texts... The teacher's comment? "I think you capture many of the characteristics of spring, although I cannot see how the Lizard will fit in..."