Gentle Night for Waiting Dawn

A spring poem

Clear, crisp nights

And gentle, caressing breeze

Stars streaking the midnight sky

As winter's sun bids goodbye

And rebirth's moon shows

Letting all know

The morrow is a change

When flowers bloom

In red and blue

And many hues

When birds and bees fill the air

And little critters here and there

Snakes basking in warming rays

And people coming out to play

When the weather isn't cold and dreary

Nor is it hot and searing

In fact, it is just right

But that lies beyond tonight

For now we have the moon's light

Bidding us all a good night

And promising spring for tomorrow's eyes

Upon dawn's early rise.