O Spring,

O Spring, with your dew drop lips,
lookest down through
the clear windows of the morning,
turn your angel eyes upon
our western skies,
which in full spectrum
the round body of the sun
approaches with her burning bosom.

O Spring, the Earth show’s
her blushing cheeks,
and the night listens to our prayers.

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 breath;
scatter your richness upon
our lovers land
that mourns for greener pastures.

O 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 head,
Whose modest tresses are bound
up for those who fell in love
with her blushing gown.

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


© 2017 By AutisticPoet