Arise, tight sleeper!
Do not allow the poetry of Spring
to pass by unnoticed

Soak in the brightness of the morning
Steep in its fresh awakening
Emerge from your slumber
to stretch and invigorate your stiff limbs
For they are yearning for the flow that brings them to life

Uncoil the twisted and compacted fibres that wish to dance
Unlock the gate that keeps your voice from shouting out the glory of damp mosses
of dew-kissed flowers
For the Spring
For the morning,
For the light.

Sing out the joy
That enters your heart
as do the tight points of purple crocuses
that ease their way into the cool morning light

Arise, tight sleeper!
Do not allow the poetry of Spring to pass by unnoticed.