breaking of the springtime sun

The breaking of the springtime sun with robin’s song in air,

 

brings voices to the silence of the winter tree’s affair.

 

From water fall to babbling brook the ice has given way,

 

leaving a trail of new born life, where once the snow did lay.

 

The gusting wind with lion’s roar   arouse the forest’s sleep.

 

A stretch and yawn to greet the day   regeneration keep.

 

Spring has sprung, flowers bloom, their hues in vibrant blush.

 

April rains incite the growth of grassy fields of plush.

 

Preemptive splash on trees above before the leaves of green,

 

show colors of the leaves of fall when summer starts to wean.

 

Until then a hike or stroll through trails of natural sight,

 

to share and teach, to learn and grow with all creation bright

 

The wholesome air crisp and light   ignites an outdoor vision

 

to go explore, together share, all nature’s full fruition.

 

The breaking of the springtime sun brings joy to young and old,

 

as winter clouds float far away and take with them the cold.

 

Ray W.
04/09/14 ©