ekphrastic: National Poetry Month poem # 2/ Spring Day on a Scroll

The river is a constant,
its bank awash in a profusion of flowers.
Touched by the remains of winter's wrath,
the gnarly trees bend toward the ground.
Fog drifts above,
Grabbing at branches and the people beneath.
Mounds of grass make us forget
The mounds of snow that were there in a winter scene.
To walk in a place such as this in springtime,
Full of light and green
Is worth everything.
Hope is in the trembling flowers,
The floating clouds.
Would I ever go back home should I
Find this place of dreams?
Where I imagine the gentle winds
Reach over the velvet hills to touch those passing by.
I am watchful
For signs of spring in my garden at home.
Today I found a few crocuses and daffodils poking out of the mud.
The lean and haggard leaves of last year
the only profusion in sight.
A picture of spring fills me with warmth.
Spring  in my garden leaves me silent and cold.