Despite the scent of spring we sense in air

The scent of  growth , of spring, is in the air
It urges us to wait for life is near
Despite the flowerbeds empty  with despair

Yet winter  left the trees and shrubs so bare.
With that emptiness  we have a common fear
The scent of  growth , of spring, is in the air

To emptiness and lowness we bring care.
Despite the vision bringing us to tears
Despite the flowerbeds empty  with despair

We too have seasons  miserable or fair.
In our darkness monsters may appear
Despite the  scent  of spring  we sense in air

Like faces children see when they long stare.
From the patterned wall paper they leer
We need the  faith that growth comes from despair

Now we shed a  handful of salt tears
For memories that slide down all our years
The scent of  growth , of spring, is in the air
To tempt the flowerbeds empty  with despair.