First Encounter with Spring

Warmth, like a blanket previously worn, envelops my back

As the chilled cement from lonely, bleak nights

Soaks into my legs, running like spiders up to my arms,

Welcoming wind carries earthy scents my way

Along with pollens which tickle my nose,

Streets rumble with car wheels and train whistles

Birds chirp their "Good Morning!" and scratches of pens

Held by overly- sleepy students screech on cheap white paper.