The frozen earth, a slumber deep,
Begins to stir, from winter's sleep.
A subtle shift, a gentle sway,
As darkness yields to longer day.
The sun, reborn, climbs higher still,
A golden warmth, upon the hill.
And equal hours, light and shade,
A perfect balance, newly made.
The crocus bursts, a purple flame,
The daffodil, whispers spring's sweet name.
The robin sings, a vibrant tune,
Beneath the pale, awakening moon.
The sap ascends, in silent flow,
Awakening life, where seeds will grow.
A promise whispered, on the breeze,
Of budding leaves, and blossoming trees.
The vernal equinox, a turning tide,
Where winter's grip, is cast aside.
A moment poised, in perfect grace,
Spring's gentle smile, upon earth's face.
