The Gradual Stir

The rising of April has made its rouse As the clattering song of a mating grouse Sweet gentle breezes echoing spring The morning dove wistfully sings Sepia fields of unmade soil Waiting patiently to be toiled Sleeping bulbs awake to treasure the sun A new journey of life has began New born wildlife greet the day A new generation struggle to stand and sway Creeks emerge and glisten while passing on their jaunt Dancing tulips smile with grace and flaunt A time to cast off a shivery flavor And salute a season that can be savored