Awakening Days Poem by Jacqueline Williams

Drawn up by an invisible thread,
new life springs up towards the sun.
Escape from ground and leaves now dead,
from rotten decay of life past done.

Bright green, strong growth a future new,
ardently pushes it's way up high.
Quenching a thirst on refreshing dew,
answering calls from a beckoning sky.

Tree blossoms burst through woody stem,
soft Butterfly wings unfurl.
Awakening - to the smell of them,
the hibernating furs uncurl. 

A circle of lace on a gossamer thread,
the Spiders home's revealed.
Frogspawn floating in a cool waterbed,
it's numbers never revealed.

Bees,  Ladybirds, insects abound,
a myriad of colour and noise.
Trees filtering air without a sound,
with elegance, grace and poise.
 
While leaves unfold to praise it's glory,
and flowers reveal their majestic blaze.
The pen must write a song, a story,
a record of those awakening days.