it started as just a hint
in the air
just a few days ago
and now the atmosphere
is thick to nearly intoxicating
with the sweet, heavy
aroma of citrus blossoms
signalling spring's return
and as the desert
briefly blooms in a
riot of color
before the inevitable
withering of summer
and in this time of renewal
i once more pack my
blue jeans and t-shirts
books and notebooks and journals
bass guitars, amps and music
and seek a place
less bleak
where the light can flow
in
and the words can flow
out
where the music can be
born...