Airing

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