Spring Song Poem by Kwai Chee Low

I awake from winter's slumber
by birds singing their Spring song.
Winter has come and gone quietly
like a thief on a moonless night,
and shadows that disappear at noon.

Out on the fields, the earthy fragrance
and crisp spring air assail the senses.
The meadows lush with fresh blooms
are pregnant with the green of early spring.
Streams gurgle, freed from their icy restraints.

A breeze slowly builds up from the south,
with returning martins and blackbirds.
Soon the setting sun flushes golden scarlet
over tree tops and distant mountains as
dusk falls like a veil over the first Spring night.