The Whispering Song of Spring

The time has come, Of wind and rain and sun; A world rich in embroidery, And sunlight pouring down on me. Hear the birds calling forth, With gladness, glee and mirth; All the flowing rivers and streams, The trees draped in garland leaves. Sweet, I breathe the pure air, Winter's ruin soon to disappear; O, the blessed harmony of Spring, The daisy and violet blooming flowers. I feel new life in everything, Hours can I dwell beneath the sky; The forest weaves endlessly her filigree, O, blessed is the whispering song of Spring. __________________________ August 26, 2012 Poetry/Verse/The Whispering Song Of Spring Copyright Protected, ID 08-4163-23-26 All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France Written for the Standard contest, Spring Is In The Air Sponsor, Tracie Edwards Judged 09/03/2012 First Place _________________________ Featured Poem Week of January 7, 2018