The Bride Of Spring Poem by DM W

Out of the bleak, wanton winter a new Spring
Of possibilities slowly arises.
Bold signs emerge from ancient custom's ruins;
Which are now conveniently derided.

Here the Bride of Spring will provide guidance.
And calmly reveal her learnèd wisdom.
She holds the keys to Nature's secret realms,
And to long discarded inner kingdoms.

As she walks tall; yet so serene and slight,
In a bright, flowing gown of purest white,
She scatters violets across gravel paths,
And quietly creeps towards the sacred light,

Then she kneels down to pray and clutches
A silver crucifix in her sweet hands.
Sunlight filters through the trees and bushes
Making intricate patterns at her feet.

She softly murmurs to those whose child like hearts
Have not yet hardened. Her words seem to drift on
The warm breezes and echo like tinkling bells
Within the walls of her fragrant rose garden:

'Love's a profound dip in the ocean of dreams.
It cannot be measured by diurnal hours.
It transcends all the grandest of mortal schemes.
It is a gift bestowed by higher powers.
It's soft & gentle: an eternal delight.
It is the heart of Light; between you and I.'

Out of the bleak, wanton winter a fresh Spring
Of possibilities slowly arises.
Bold signs emerge from ancient custom's ruins;
Which are now so cruelly derided.