Buzzing bees and blooming trees
have everyone aglow.
Sunny, cloudless skies give rise
to warmer days, I know.
Singing birds, and pretty words
about newly grassy greens,
Petals abud and puddles of mud
just cliched springtime scenes.
For me a treat, is dirt on cleats
a new grip on my bat.
A ball's thump of love, landing in my glove.
Flowers can't compete with that.