SPRING TIME

Persephone slumbers beneath earth's fair ground,
Awakened by the warmth of Sun and cuckoo's sound,
She strikes up the grand symphony of Spring,
Croci and daffodils begin awakening,
Heralding the golden dawn of life's new birth,
When man too can waken from his being's sleep,
And like the snow drop, above soul's mire to peep.
Spring is a gracious and most auspicious time,
When hope rises and fresh visions come sublime