Miss Spring

Miss Spring

She taps me on the shoulder,
Her touch is fresh but sweet,
She says ‘Winter is over,
And many are the things to greet’.

‘Come witness the new beginning,
As the clouds stumble away,
Dance in the gentle breeze,
Celebrate this glorious day’.

‘On the green grass you may lie,
Hear the buds blossoming out,
Fear not my tender showers,
Let them rinse your eyes, your mouth’

She says she knows that I am wary,
The signs of winter I do show,
She whispers to me words of healing,
And they’re all I need to know.

I step forward without fear,
I’ve got poems to write and songs to sing,
Every soul should bow in reverence,
And salute the great Miss Spring.