A Spring Morning

 

 Written and published by Jean-Louis.

As the sun rose, a fluttering of wings

I heard in the butterfly bush

Bringing an end to the night’s hush

Ushering the beauty of spring mornings

Oh, could it be that Joy is back

Promised since the winter snows

When the icy wind blows

In the absence of the lark

I thought I heard a whistle

Rising to wake up the dawn

To the faint sound in the myrtle

My heart still slow with a groan

Responded at first with a trickle

Yes, tired from a long voyage

The tiny winged messenger

 Bearer of good tidings, nay, of the best

Had come home to his nest

And to his beloved pay homage

"Don’t worry my friend

Your love is coming soon

Next May or at June’s end

Or even at the full moon

All the trees in the alley

Will bow down to her beauty

And the flowers of the field

Will their sweet perfume yield"

"My love, let your eyes whisper softly

Words I never heard before

And sweet promises of more

Love to come."

Jean-Louis. 2008