Sounds of Spring

Sounds of Spring

 Silver chimes ring softly in the supple and pleasant breeze,

Small blue irises and yellow daffodils open their eyes to see,

The lemon colored sunshine rolling down the Great Divide,

As into the garden the gentle Fae come running side by side.

 

“This is the beginning of the season,” they sing in elegant harmony,

It is time to till the soil, prune the roses and plant the seeds one, two, three,

They are the most magically skilled gardeners on the face of the Goddess’ Earth,

And, with lutes, cymbals and voices so rare they help the garden give birth.

 

Soon the delphinium rises tall, listening to the robin in the pear tree,

Silken pansies nestled near the ground hear the flutter of lady bugs flying free,

Wildflowers dancing in gorgeous chaos, love the sound of rain best of all,

But, Her Majesty the Rose opens her fabulous blooms only at the Goddess’ call.

 ©The Herban Goddess, 2008