The promises of spring

by Bramble Graham

Spring… who is she?

The willowy girl who brings us new hope,

She flies here on warm breezes, unnoticed until

She falls gently to the ground in a shower of raindrops

To sparkle in the new grass and embrace the golden daffodil

Her frosty brother releases his grip, ice melts and snow stops,

As her red-gold hair bathes the earth with light and warmth,

Penetrating the thickest forest canopies to bring life to the wood,

The sun starved flowers peer nervously through the dead leaves of the past,

She invites courage back into the heart of each living thing, chicks hatch,

Flowers burst their buds and smile proudly to have been touched by spring,

With a garland of sweet blossoms in her hair that decorate each tree top,

She sings the merry sound of bird song, a harmony of spring

Dancing in the warm breezes, her leafy green dress fluttering and swirling,

Deep green, fresh and clean, flashing and twirling among the trees,

Spring is here, our heart’s desire, purest green and red-gold fire,

Laughing the sound of babbling brooks, singing the songs of doves and rooks,

Young and innocent, a new year begins, these my friend, are the promises of spring.

By Bramble Graham
30.3.06