A Winter Wenatchi Flower a Bloom.

The cool snow capped mountains blew a sharp breeze down our valley, 

along the mighty Columbia, 

caressing every curve the river had to offer.  

Standing in the midst of a newly flowering park, 

the Spring breeze held the most tender of touches

 as it fluttered through your hair;

and landed in our hearts.  

The dances commenced in the breeze,

blowing elegantly through the brilliantly green forming leaves.

Spring breeze,

you come

and you go,

just as you please;

From the magician

following the white rabbit

to the honey suckle bumble bees;

Spring breeze, 

you can come 

and you can go, 

anytime you please.