Spring

Spring The world is still: in springs embrace I lie, Her silence touching all my deepest thoughts. An emerald sea leads upwards to the sky Whilst petals shine with dew, so gently caught Like tears that she has newly shed for me. Lofty branches, trimmed in palest green Face sun-ward, just as I look up to thee, And see your image, calm and so serene. Mornings’ breath plays gently ‘cross my face Like fingertips, that linger in the night, Then hold me close in longings sweet embrace ‘til morning sheds again her golden light. So here, in living dreams that never end, I look on spring and welcome and old friend.