Posted by: Ron DuBour | March 8, 2018

Awakening~by Darcy Royce




It happened as her young feet
touched ground on valleys’ green,
when her clear, translucent fingers, 
caressed each early hellebore,
and tucked the squirrels in.

It happened as her white veil trailing,
turned shelter for the new,
a delicate warm cradle,
for all the season’s babies,
for Flora’s each and few.

It happened as barren forests,
exchanged the winter blues,
as rivers burst out streams of crystal waters,
after the sun’s alliance
with rainbows’ every hues.

It happened while the birds sang,
odes to Spring’s sweet face,
about returns and blossoms
the eternal dance,
her slumber, and her birth,
under Time’s enduring gaze.

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