Pining for Spring


The Earth awakens

From a restful slumber;

Green parachutes emerge

Beneath her mighty lumber.

A yawn of rebirth

Nudges sleepy trees;

White blossoms of growth

Pirouette among the breeze.

Roots begin to wander,

fields offer bitter yellows;

a graceful mother bird sings;

Earth welcomes her new sparrow.

Faithful hands gently plow,

Anticipation tills the dirt;

In tidy rows, nourishment,

New life, we insert.

Calendula provides its honey;

The thistle offers milk;

A lovely spider to us extends

Her beautiful art of silk.

Cold woods of Winter don

Flora sewn with brightest greens

Warm rays pierce the frock

Forest floor kissed in seams.

Our minds no longer pine

For pastures graced by lush,

Or yearn for those lyrics

To breach Winter’s hush.

The tangy taste of green

Peaks above the rich soil;

A cock begins to loudly crow;

Hooves thunder beneath the foal.

Days lend to us more light;

Snows feed our thirsty streams;

Like a mother offers child herself,

Earth bestows to us her Spring.

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