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 forthThat snugly hidden lie:They gladly leave the earthAnd hasten at her cry.

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

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