The Sweetest Awakening.
God's fairest of creations
The Awakening.
Praising Earth, comes a Goddess,
whose emerged from her bed,
fresh from long hibernation
daffodils crown her head
Roused from her sleeping beauty
she begins her sweet duty
spreading joy to the weary
that the winter left moody
In her emerald robes,
through my back fields she warms,
winter snows into puddles.
all of nature conforms. Her tulips curve so graceful,
scarlet red like a kiss,
her perfume fills soft breezes,
with an air of sweet bliss. She is fickle and often
leaves her work incomplete
when that old man of winter,
will not bend to defeat
But she always prevails,
with a dandelion smile,
spreading beauty and hope,
she'll dance on for awhile. Till the child who is Summer,
finds its birth in her arms,
springing warm from her womb
to inherits her charms. Then Spring takes a hiatus,
to some far distant place,
where the cold winds are blasting,
bitter smiles from each face
which she'll slowly erase
Summer's child
grows and prospers,
then she's schooled in the Fall,
till in colors she'll tumble,
under Winters first squall.
It's what we've all grown used to
and we welcome her gifts
as she rises at long last
from beneath deep snow drifts
we look forward to this
© 2010 Matthew Frederick Blowers III