The last icy tremor of your wintry winds
Fizzling through the choked air
Leave your thinning threads
In the oncoming fairyland of Spring.
Welcome, welcome, first lady of creation
Your sweet smelling grass sheds tears of dew
Tears of elation as morning peeps
Your foetal clouds bathe us in your re-birth
As winter threads its' skeleton hand
With its' new love Spring
And with that a new energy is born.
Song and lilacs greet the dawn
Early birds furrage for the nesting days
Through paths of bluebells they ferry twigs
Celebrating the beginning of morning light.
Fresh air exhales baby crocus buds yonder
While the swelling sun in giant splendour
Can no longer conceal the first flush of Spring.
The world is awakened by its' might arrival
The dance of the daffodils is about to begin.
For Francine Roberts competition Bring on Spring