The Whispering Winds of Springtime

Listen to the whispering's of the unhushed winds gently echoing, Ever so softly swaying, as through a tender exhaled breath of warmth, Delicately reawakening mother earth from winters hibernating sleep, Broken, shattered is the frozen icy spell of polar enchantment. The dreaming empress of springtime stirs, underneath her shifting Melting ivory skirts of wintertime, nay she is ready to adorn another Seasonal gown of magical rebirth, and life renewal. In the distance hear the lone whippoorwill singing, to this timeless waltz Of nature’s enduring elegance, breathless beauty amongst the evergreen Pines, she stands tall again, shaking off the milky white coverings of powder Snow dust, to expose rainbow blossoms of springtime! Showered Goddess by sun-kissed golden light, shimmering shine within The horizons canvas of brilliance everlasting design, walking in graces Steps from heaven’s cherished, beguiling the spoils response, refreshing, A gleaning harvester of life itself! Oh sweet humming mistress, do not the bees covet thee, as their mystical Queen of melted honey comb, buzzing amongst your garden magnificent, Drinking deeply from pollinations yellowy treasured nectar! Within the willows the breeze welcomes the maiden of generations, Lightly waving among the daffodils delicate petals, brushing against The dandelions bending shafts, tenderly caressing at this wild flowery Meadow of colors contrast. A gentle spring rain thus falls, to nourish and sustain the divine gardens Of Eden’s paradise, tiny is the sparrow within these sacred trees of harmony, Let what music she sings, of beauty’s tune of charms splendor in perfections Grace. Feathers white of angels wings shed unto the world of men, as the world Awakens on the dawning of springs revival and restoration, within opulence’s Blazing sunrise, a lady of peace walks in tranquility's shadow smiling, dancing, Underneath heaven’s merciful hands of hope, and devotional resolve for the Future to burst forth! She is the weaver, the crafter of roots sewn, the quilter of generations Blanket, mother of the world itself, behold how this Golden Goddess Shows her love by promises rainbow garden, cascading downwards from Mountain tops, to the valley’s vast deep and wide! Inspirations muse, I’ll kneel before your evergreen footprints of life, Bowing in humble reverence, and respect, for I’m just a mortal being Lost in the whispering winds of the timeless, a pondering poet, The wondering bard captured in the spring time spell you’ve cast, Blessed being known, as mother nature! BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN Dedicated to my friend whom loves springtime, and Daffodils!!