Mar
9
The first spring day
Mar 2015
At break of day a warm breeze
that says open wide your window
hear the birds sing after the night's rain
Where the mists give mystery to the coming day
lift slowly in their own time
to reveal the water and mountains
A walk in the park among the trees
To breathe deep the essence of spring
where the pines openly expel odours to heal
Where the moss and lichens grow freely
enfold in their colourful blankets
the rocks in shady places
Where the commerce of the day
has no entrance to the home of nature
where the peacocks strut unafraid
Where the ponds fill with fowl
the turtles bask on floating logs
the symphony of the day has begun.
By Hazel Ross