Spring is but a Morning

Powdered verdance across the scape Clouds are plenty near Abundant rains make puddles deep Young birds to bathe and cool Beyond the sea of grassy plains Specked with floral print Is an air warm and sweet That breezes through the trees It whispers with spring peepers It rustles tiny leaves The land is a soft symphony Of whispers, songs and bees Powdered yellow across the scape Daffodils plenty like stars Make constellations on the ground Young children to give them names Beyond a floral masterpiece Sakura mountains above us all Are birds and bugs that dance about Make homes in fragrant towers It lives with inches breathing Small creatures climb its back Spring love and homes for breeding Indulge in winter’s lack For spring is but a morning Awaken, gone so soon To lead us all to grow for summer Deep in afternoon 2004