Spring

Spring

She sits in secret solitude
Untouchable to the world
Like a goddess her beauty shines
And her blinding smiles
Taunt all mortals in the sleepy world
Far below her

Her brushes paint the earth once white
Into a brilliant kaleidoscope
Of pinks and greens and yellows
And they come out to dance like children
In the soft breezes.   

Her eyes pry into the very soul
Of every flower
The buds of seedlings just in bloom
Yearning for just one small touch
To set their captive lives
Anew

The birds in the sky sing for her return
Praising her with the sounds
Of deepest praise and joy
She blesses their nest with many
Babes amid the sunny boughs


-Skarlit