The Birth of Spring

. THE BIRTH OF SPRING To see and breath the birth of spring, Ripe with the taste of soil and grass You feel the freshness on your fingers. Birds chirp pieces out of the morning Silence, and the speckled colored bass Float in lakes or up and over fly Painted waters of pebbled streams. In violet night, stars shine like glass And the sweet smell of earth lingers The crickets and whippoorwills sings The songs of the virginal lass And a boy clasping her fingers.