SILENTLY WATCHING HER AWAKEN ~ (poem)
Silently, amidst the chill she stretches,
pushing up when everyone’s alseep.
Slowly she climbs from her slumber,
With invisible effort she’s digging in deep.
Even now, as I type this prose,
Her big sky eyes, sun bleached hair, and earthen body,
all awaken, as we all look away.
Her mother’s womb, her belly, it’s stretching.
A new dawn, for her another day.
She whispers goodbye to winter,
I am stumped, what is that which I’ve heard?
It is then that I hear her melody,
T’was a sound for which there’s no word.
To my ear she then softly sings.
This song-bird beauty she is lovely,
She is ‘Spring’.
“Awaken little ones,” she whispers,
“For it is now that the time has come;
For my work to reveal while you rested,
Enjoy my blessings until Fall is done.”
~ A Tribute To Mother Nature & The Arrival Of Spring
~ L. Davis, The Poet Farmer