For My Muse: You Smiled

You smiled,

and the dark, gray branches 

of winter disappeared,

covered in flowers.

The colors revealed themselves for you

as dogwood and magnolia

shed their velvet coats,

showing their creamy white complexions.

Daffodils, nodding their assent,

turned their heads to greet you

as pale, green sprinklings of new leaves

arrayed themselves at your feet.

The tulips' pastel gowns undulated and 

bounced with the breezes as, 

now and then, a petal flew

tracing a path in the air like Ginger Rogers, 

dancing with Fred Astaire.

You smiled

and Spring came.