Spring’s breath,
I felt it’s first whisper,
This morning,
When growing tired of winter’s voice,
A glimmer of warmth,
Fresh hope emerging,
Of rebirth, new hope,
Its voice at first faint,
But, then with growing strength,
A bud emerges,
Life is born.
Spring’s beauty,
I see it’s fresh bloom,
New life,
Beauty pushing outwards,
Spoken by a creator’s words,
The clear voice,
Calling quietly, but I heard,
Drawing me to,
Loving creation’s sounds, offering,
Life and love,
Rebirth begins.