Dawn of Spring

A whisper in the breeze, a dance of golden light,

Informed me that the season past

Would soon embrace the morning's sight.

I stood within a budding grove,

Among the petals and the leaves,

Delighted, as a butterfly shared with me

The tales of blooming eaves.

Green merged into vibrant green,

A lark rose from her meadow's nest,

The shimmer of the brook was seen,

And I felt life's renewed zest.

Already the wooden gates of the south

Swing wide: bees, blossoms, rains,

Stir their harmonies with the mouth

Of nature's warm refrains.