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!!
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