Springtime

Walking in the morning mists of Springtime
Her dewy kisses bringing forth the blossoms
Nursemaid to her young in mountain and meadow
Wet nurse to the wild and tame creature alike
Giving birth to the beginning tender months
Darling white April, dearest pink and blue May
Chased along by handsome ruddy June
In every heart the music of life abounds
Melodies of discovery, and songs of love
A redolent cornucopia of colorful progeny
Buttercup, Daisy, and Dandelion fine
Grape, Citrus and Honey in red and white wine
The green of grasses, shimmering leaves and swaying trees
Flying birds and glimmering bugs, shiny fish and little feet
Gentle sun upon his bed of clouds beaming with pride
Fixes a bow curving down through the wide heavens
In celebration of motherhood and the arche of creation
Here the eternal and finite in amorous embrace
Restore hope and joy as the cold sleep of winter melts away
Displaying beauty and the newness what is now
Shedding light on what should be, and filling the senses with hope
Touched by the caressing wind's foretelling of a more glorious Spring yet to come!