To Spring

As the last long
streaks of snow fade,
she flows pure
through winter shades,
a princess robed 
in blossom white,
in flowered fields
where she bathes
in wet sunlight.

There are waterfalls
in her hair,
that cast dew-drop 
diamonds through
the rainbow laden air.

She floats free
with the birds and bees,
upon the March breeze
through bowing trees,

Her fragrant perfume
upon the air´s fine hue,
sweetens the earth´s scars
with wildflower scented dew.

She blesses the mighty tree
born from fragile seed,
now bough and limb strong,
in birdsong and whispering leaves
she sings the Earth´s song.
And the heavy spectres
of winter misery and chill,
wade through the sunlit
air to grieve.