The Springtime

In springtime’s breath, the world unfolds, Reviving life in hues of gold; The earth awakens from its dream, To greet the sun’s resplendent beam.

The birds return with joyful songs, As melodies ignite the throngs; The blooms erupt in colors wild, Against the past, become beguiled.

Each bud, each leaf, a witness sings, Of passion that the season brings; And in the air, a fragrance sweet, A mixture of love’s rarest treat.

O spring, thy promise none can feign— The hope anew, the drops of rain. The heart finds solace in this time— A moment that feels most sublime.

• George William Curtis