Goddess Spring
With gladness I am drawn to a rosy dawn
and looking up to where white clouds are swirled
in heaven’s skies, I see before my eyes
the goddess of a blossoming new world.
As mountain streams come flowing, wind is blowing
her shining hair. Enchantress of the wild,
she twirls a gown of green round hills and meadows.
How beautiful is she, this woman-child!
When she disrobes to shower, fruit trees flower.
She blows a kiss, and birds begin to sing.
On whispering breeze, she sways and warms the days.
New life smells sweet. We greet the Goddess Spring.
Feb. 23, 2023
for Joseph May's "In Bloom" Poetry Contest
Entered now for 'A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE NO 1198' Poetry Contest
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