The mists of the night
move away
from the sky,
as the rising sun arises.
The cold of winter
sinks
in the bowels of the earth,
while a small sprout
comes to light
blooming in flower.
The wind of spring
awakens
the sleeping creatures
with its song
of warmth,
flowers
and colors.
Poem (C): Me
“Ostara” (C): Johannes Gehrts
“The Progress of Spring” (C): Charles Daniel Ward
