There is magic in the first days of spring
When the morning chorus stirs my awakening.
Slowly, but surely, the world turns to green
As the snow withdraws like an icy screen.
It creeps over the land, an unstoppable wave
Nature is risen as if from the grave.
The tulips and daffodils wave in the breeze,
Dancing for the songbird singing from the trees.
Warm blows the wind from a southerly direction
And the sunshine colors my pale complexion.
The force of nature starts to get stronger
Fueled by the sun as the days grow longer.
Life is sweet come the month of May
And my soul delights at this glorious display.


© by Stephen Charlesworth.
Used here with the author’s permission.