Early Spring Poem by Masiela Lusha

When the waving heavens are soft
Cool inside the birth of green—
And the snowdrops filter
Through the blades and leaves

Budding and leafing
A rosy reflection—a mist of chill,
A pillow of muse in all its glory
And glistening, never blinding
A fading, a release,
A relinquishing on all
That is cold and vacant.
When the birds are plump
And wild with nature—
Seeking a link of rebirth.

Early spring, when the
World reopens to your embrace
And there is no need for cover,
For protection—
All you need is one smile—
And muse to live.
Early spring: when birth
Is a little gold, a little white.