First Morning of Spring

An uplifting poem about rebirth, magic and the dawn of Spring

Fireball Sunrise
peeking yellow and gleams
light leaning through dusty elm
Sleepy bud unfurling-
shaking off the years;
shedding moonbeams
and melting frozen dreams.
Quiet consience resting;
as silence drips fresh
from olden tears.
Stretching to the sky to yawn-
dressing in Nature's best-
breathing in
Summers first
beauty dappled in
golden dewdrop dawn