It is the awakening hour
When life is fresh renewed
And blossom fills our eyes.
Nature in her splendour
Of rebirth and propagation
Never ceases to suprise.
This morning haze of wonder
Is fully laid before
In amourous allusion
As, I bask in joy of spring
And reborn on the threshold
Of floral phased locution.
(c) ZYDHA HART 2005