Spring Flings...

Snow kisses the season being born

passing the mantle of time

right as rain falling on grounds worn

into fissures small and dry

new seeds waiting no longer scorned

gardens shall grow tall and fine

Flowers awake with the dawn

lounging when evening comes

in all their beauty till day is gone

nature beholds what it has done

growing the world and her lawn

strong to adapt in the light of the sun

Green groves and dotted plains

artistic here is a vision sprawling

tempered with cold night rains

hues of the sun seem to be falling

entering the soul lifted from pains

reality is a hope in its calling

Happy are we who dream

eggshells of old days are broken

actively this new day we seek

ripped away from wounds open

to find a new way and not to keep

shreds of secrets never spoken

Illumination begs on childhood shores

Nurtured as we open up Spring's door

Heath is a hearty springtime bud

Against which many try to flood

Rocks are the soil on that scene

Making a shield for everything

Old are the ones versed in love

Natures grown up in many Springs

Young are they who play in the mud

A/N It not only is this written as an acrostic by letter but then again by each 1st word.