Spring Comes Silently

Silent the fanfare of bright golden trumpets
Quiet the growth of new life in the trees;
Hushed are the stirrings of life all around us –
As softly comes Spring on the crest of a breeze.

Mutely the ground, yet lately still frozen,
Brings forth of herself her bounty to share
Noiselessly pushing bright heads ever upward
As tiny green life forms take in the fresh air.

As midnight will slowly give way to the morning
And silently stars fade away at the dawn;
So Winter retreats in the face of such glory
As softly and silently Springtime is born.

Freespirit © 2005


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