The Birth of Spring - Constanza
April graces us with showers,
As cold snows melt, their wintry scene
Is changed to many shades of green.
From tender shoots, soon, Spring flowers,
Apollo's face is golden fair...
The scent of spring is in the air.
As blossoms float down from bowers
When gusts of April breezes blow,
They spread below like golden snow.
Then in delight I watch for hours,
For truly at this time of year
I feel God's presence dwelling here.
Blessed and touched by divine powers.
The joy of springtime here on Earth
Is felt with every flower's birth.
April graces us with showers,
From tender shoots, soon, Spring flowers,
As blossoms float down from bowers
Then in delight I watch for hours,
Blessed and touched by divine powers.
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2014
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