Spring

A poem discussing the season of Spring.

Spring enters the world

With a shake of her brothers hand

A quick chat before he leaves to rest

And sleep off his workload

With soil reborn

And a song ready to be sung

Spring sets about her dance

Bringing life where her feet hit the ground

Spring spreads the wildflowers

Coaxes the seeds into giving birth once more

Wraps the ivy around the fences and walls

Rejuvenates trees and restores leaves

Spring is a frantic, mercurial season

She throws a dandelion to the wind

And races the seeds to the resting place

Watching as they take root

Spring leaves her arms bare

Dances with the sun on her skin

Lets her voice call the birds home

From where young Autumn chased them

Spring calls the rainclouds

Shouts the thunder into being

The storms fuel her energy

Pushes her plants to grow and grow and grow

Spring gets bitten by mosquitoes

And bites them back

She pokes the bees until they return to action

Marches the rhythm back to the ants

The work of Spring is rampant

Color sprays every direction

Life itself reaches out for her touch

The beasts and birds call as they retake their homes

It is a time where sound does not end

The songs of nature and growth crescendo

But the sleeping seasons do not wake

Only hearing the slightest through their dreams

Spring is a beautiful season

Her eyes shine with the green of new foliage

Her skin tanned beneath the powerful sun

Her strength endless from years of her dance

Spring sings and does not end

She calls the very images of lore

To the forefront of mans mind

There is no greater inspiration than Spring's melody

And when Summer comes around

The two share their dance and song for a while

Before Spring goes off with a wave to new lands

Until the cold Earth needs its dance again