The Spring Poem by Natasa To

Spring arrives on whispered light,

A silver hush dissolving night,

As tender green begins to rise

From winter's bare and brittle sighs.



The earth unbuttons, breathes again,

Soft petals loosening from rain;

Each bud a secret, tightly furled,

Now opening to greet the world.



The rivers loosen from their chains,

They hum through meadows, swell with rains;

Sunlight spills in amber streams,

Awakening the seeds of dreams.



A chorus stirs in budding trees—

Bright-winged hymns on warming breeze;

Their notes like stitches, fine and clear,

Mending seams of vanished year.



Blossoms drift on painted air,

Fragrant confessions everywhere;

Lilac, cherry, crocus flame,

Each bloom pronouncing hope by name.



O spring, brief architect of grace,

You touch the tired with gentle face;

In every thaw and turning leaf

You write a quiet cure for grief.



Stay in the pulse of lengthening days,

In golden dusk's unhurried haze—

Yet even as you slip away,

You leave your light in every May. 🌸