Spring

Spring 

Awakened from her ice cold bed, feeling her first warm dawn;

Bulbs piercing the earth like arms outstretched, in a wide sleepy yawn

The tulips caught in winters grasp, break free from frozen shackles;

A teasing glimpse of colour within as they are released from seasons battles

Dew drops catching mornings first light, a carpet of glistening beads;

An artwork of spiderwebs silken fragile patterns, so intricately weaved

The smell in the air is fragrant, aromas once buried, released;

Such wild variety of fauna alive, reborn, it's life is never deceased 

The anticipation of the first blossoms, that colourful beautiful sight;

Fragile pastels blowing in the wind, falling like feathers, so soft and light

Daffodils beautiful yellows, against the vivid green stems;

Vases at home preparing to get ready for the beauty of all of springs gems

A burst of new life, a myriad of colours, gardens full of its jewels

Spring is the season of rejuvenation and growth and glorious breathtaking renewals