The premiere of spring

Written by: Elly Wouterse

dawn sneaks through the curtains sun-rays tap gently my eyelids radio-news rustles about the first lamb triplets wishing half awake with my head on my pillow spring isn't just a dream spring persists she enlists a birds- choir for a beautiful sing more sun for a heartwarming swing trees to show off in fresh glorious green winter's downstream drowns in spring perfumes crawling shy inside through the open window slowly returning to the upcoming day my eyes gaze a dream encircles the curtains briefly hover on and off touched by a soft spring breeze I smell spectacular fragrances I hear glorious symphonies I see snatches of the budding tree in the backyard I sense intense earliest spring-moments in the air ©Ellie Daphne 2/24/2013