Spring is near (poem)

Wind rushing past me:
not the type that freezes to the core,
but the type that comforts.
Mud and puddles surround me.
Spring is near.

Birds chirp!
Signs of life are everywhere.
Rushing water down the stream;
Children on the beach.
Spring is definitely near.

Soon, the mud will be filled with flowers.
The trees will start to bud.
The thaw has started.
When 55 degrees feels like a summer day.
You know spring is near!