Airing (Beady Belle)

Drapes drawn aside And doors open wide So the draught in the room Clears away your perfume Your glass is washed And your music is hushed I remove every trace Of your cold embrace Shed your winter coat And sow the seeds of vernal sun Melt water will flow And irrigate spouts of zest to come Sandals on feet Hapscotch boards on the street And the first ice cream cone Means at last you're gone When you're giving in That's the sure sign of spring 'Seasons cycle' I smile You'll be back in a while