The Coming of Spring

Through winter’s grasp, the buds appear, Soft words emerge from silenced earth, Colors break forth, from darkened fear, A symphony heralds spring’s rebirth.

The crocus lifts its dainty head, Dancing in the softening light, While daffodils in gold are spread, A wild celebration of day’s delight.

Bees begin their bustling spree, Amidst the blooms that paint the fields, Life hums in joyous harmony, Each petal, a promise nature yields.

For every breath speaks of renewal, The air imbued with hope’s embrace, Spring’s tender gifts, gentle, spectral, In every corner of time and space.

• Albert Samain