The many faces of Spring's glory

Sweet smelling colors over budding leaves,
odiferous breaths, droplets of wet, heavy wind.
Splash, splash, splash.
Tiny rain boots wake up sleeping puddles.
Rustle, rustle, rustle.
Barren branches turn into tiny cities
naked to the world below.
Chirp, chirp, chirp.
Masterful mothers use creepy crawlers
to turn cries into songs.
Sunny skies open the cloudy curtains as
light punctures holes into the puffy marshmallows.
Coats hibernate; hats and gloves run away
to the land of dusty boxes.
Lying in marshy warmth, bitter tea,
worries melt away like ice cubes on fiery rocks.
Lungs full of springy air, and I can sit with
my eyes open and dream.