Poems (Vadlan)/Spring

by Elaine Vadlan

For works with similar titles, see Spring.

SPRING

The wintry curtain falls,
Blushing treads the early Spring,
Walking forth from woodland walls,
A new awakening brings.

She calls her playmates forth
That snugly hidden lie:
They gladly leave the earth
And hasten at her cry.

Let's play our game so well,
That the world may be bright each day:
Let's work our magic spell
Transforming the land so gray.

As soon as the word, the deed
Until by the end of June;
The fairies with mystical touch,
Had covered the land with bloom.