SpringThe gold of morning,O’er distant mountains spills, Tendrils touch the gems, Bedecking grass and hills, Flooding the valleys, Banishing the gloom, Mist fast dispersing, Dust before a mighty broom. Benevolent touch, Warms the land below, Urging the seed, To blossom and to grow, Taunting the trees, To reach the skies above, And fluttering hearts, To whisper words of love. Slowly it wanes, ’Neath canopy so dusky, Warmed surfaces yield, A fragrance, mellow, musky, Senses absorb the essence, Bold facets to remember, Enriched, the inward glow, By sunset’s coral embers. |