Spring Song

Slow away the old year passes

            when the silent flowers
            write our tunes
            and tell us how to sing them.

Dawn alone has known it from the first,
            the subtlety of their muses,
            guiding them open with warm light,
            to reveal the vibrant chorale.

That is the way of spring:
            the flowers awaken under the sun,
            whose songs awaken our senses,
            until we cannot but join them, singing.

© 2011 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen