She Returns

Spring comes without hurrying...so do we.

Cold frost of the morning melts,
Filling skies with tender light.
As the leaves begin to thaw,
Droplets of water meet the earth.
She has awakened to the call -
The rebirth of creation. 

No loud welcome, just gentle stirring.
The world responds: 
Answering, shifting,
In quiet deliberation.
Creeping forward at a snail’s pace
Slowing to contemplation.

She brings no urgency in her rousing,
Timing has no place,
Only the knowing that now, she has come.
From her touch, blossoms spiral;
Nature opens to her peaceful embrace,
Ready to greet the soft spring.