Morning opened her eyes and
welcomed spring.
There she is, singing in the rain
again,
Sunrise hiding her timid smile
behind the morning mist,
not yet kissed.
The little rabbit runs,
the daffodils sway,
early deer
looking both ways
hearing the tin pans
chime alarms,
go back!
Go back!
A spring morning and
though I am late
to rise,
sunset's eyes
flicker
in the
distant sky,
I smile and rise..
March 21,2013
Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice picture of spring morning. Spring touches everybody and rejuvenates.10