A tiny sprout is all it takes,
To send a whisper far.
While the murmurs of a traveling root,
Summon songs of vine sitars.
A newborn leaf swings quietly,
As yellow rays amass.
And Spring she wakes so sleepily,
To beckon bands of humming grass.
A pair of blushing petals bloom,
To welcome dreamy bees.
A young boy whistles the refrain of June,
Conducting choirs of sighing trees.
At night an insect nocturn starts,
To mark the end of day.
Their song, we hope with all our hearts,
Will keep winter's chill at bay.
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Spring Awakening
PoetryI was inspired to write this short poem after visiting the Gardiner Museum's Spring Awakening exhibit in Toronto. Colourful floral installations reminded me that Spring (although hard to believe with this weather) is right around the corner!
