Dawn of Spring

A whisper in the breeze, a dance of golden light, Informed me that the season past Would soon embrace the morning's sight. I stood within a budding grove, Among the petals and the leaves, Delighted, as a butterfly shared with me The tales of blooming eaves. Green merged into vibrant green, A lark rose from her meadow's nest, The shimmer of the brook was seen, And I felt life's renewed zest. Already the wooden gates of the south Swing wide: bees, blossoms, rains, Stir their harmonies with the mouth Of nature's warm refrains.