Oh Spring,
with your dew drop lips
you beacon me to lookest
down through the clear windows
of morning, I watched as you turn
your angel eyes upon our western
skies, which in full spectrum
the round body of the sun
approaches with her burning *****.

Oh Spring,
the Earth show’s
her blushing cheeks,
and the Lord listens
to our prayers with patience.

The Valleys below;
with green meadows the
sun is peeking through
as the trees are longing
for the light, are turning
up their newly grown leafs.

Up to your bright pavilions
I can imagine the Angles singing
for your coming. They rise to the
occasion, like roses in bloom.

Let your beautiful sun soaked
rays visit Earths clime!
Come over the eastern hills,
until morning turns to nigh.

Let her winds kiss your
perfumed garments;
allow Earth to taste the
morning dew and evening rain;
scatter your richness upon
our barren lands that mourn for
greener pastures.

Oh Spring,
the forthcoming of your fairness
and soft touch's; pour your soft
kisses on the Earth’s surface;
and put your golden crown
upon her languish’d brow,
Whose modest tresses are bound
up for those who fell in love
with your blushing gown.

Oh Spring,
how I waited patiently
for your coming,
you have never forsaken me.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton