Spring

Hidden things
Peeking out
Green fingers
Grope about,
She is waking,
She is waking,
Breathing in
Breathing out,
Colored crown,
Atop her head,
Eyes wide open,
Slumber shed,
Sun-kissed cheeks,
Breath perfumed,
Minstrels sing,
Vividly plumed
Life returns
To her frozen toes,
Colours erupt,
Wherever she goes
How long she’ll stay,
Who can say?
For sleep will call
Her back one day.