Oh Spring Poem by Amanda Shelton

Oh Spring,
with your dew drop lips you beacon me to lookest down through the clear windows of morning, I watched as you turn your angel eyes upon our western
skies, which in full spectrum the round body of the sun approaches with her burning bosom.

Oh Spring,
the Earth show's her blushing cheeks,
and the Lord listens to our prayers with patience. As the valleys below; with green meadows the sun is peeking through as the trees are longing for the light, are turning up their newly grown leafs.

Oh Spring,
Up to your bright pavilions I can imagine the Angles singing for your coming. They rise to the occasion, like roses in bloom.

Oh Spring,
Let your beautiful sun soaked rays visit Earths clime! Come over the eastern hills, until morning turns to nigh. Let her winds kiss your perfumed garments; allow Earth to taste the
morning dew and evening rain; scatter your richness upon our barren lands that mourn for greener pastures.

Oh Spring,
the forthcoming of your fairness and soft touchs; pour your soft kisses on the Earth's surface; and put your golden crown upon her languish'd brow, Whose modest tresses are bound up for those who fell in love with your blushing gown may gaze upon her beauty.

Oh Spring,
how I waited patiently for your coming,
you have never forsaken me.