Signs of Spring Emerge A Newborn Lamb

It laves under the waves of warm sunshine,
a chill breath of almost spring-like weather 
bring endless hope and yearn of the fruit vine,
her wee frame caressed by the moor's heather.

A look of silent wonder filled the sun
while it hung temptingly reaching natures
sweeping gold hayfield, light of day begun,
retrieving, renewing, reborn creatures.

Crepe myrtle delicate limbs drooped in size
with the weight of the vibrant pink flowers,
and the bees, as well as the butterflies,
taking full advantage of its bowers.

A breath beneath the sun and sky to drench,
hunger that only the sunshine doth quench.

Copyright © Eve Roper  3/9/2018

Reviews

[peter Duggan]

Nice poem Eve. you gave me some beautiful images of spring approaching. We are heading for our winter now, and it is getting quite cold. I will be glad when our spring comes. I enjoyed the read, my friend.....Peter