Ekphrasis on Vivaldi's Spring

a vivacious veil of violin awakens the sleepy field~ the sky breaks into birdsong and as tulips stretch wide I behold petals pirouette kissed by the morning sun as rhythms rise~ celestial scents fill the air, whilst the breeze brushes her almond cheeks that bloom on first of May and as the cadence softens, I hear Spring’s susurrus laughter in cascading notes of effulgence~ Oh, my soul begins to resurge in perennial bloom.