She Replenishes Spring

she caresses the green of the meadow slumbering into the recesses of the garden we tiptoe, awed by her presence feeling honored, at her gentle reverence she replenishes spring with her ambiance changing the feelings of the fortunate from winter despair to verdant joyfulness we sit gently, not wishing to wake her her eyes look ready to open at any moment she gives us the nod to plant our daffodils and tulips maiden who may not realize or appreciate power she has to bring the fey alive in the garden