Just before dawn, the songbirds sing
Which Warbler I know not, by sound or color of wing
But mark, by tone and note, the joy she doth bring
A scent, a smell, a whiff in the air
The season of longing, the answer to prayer
Capricious in arrival, urged by divine care
Then, humble in approach, stretching to shine
Brilliant shafts, the landscape to define
Darkness retreats, rays to bright to confine
Then, the first pastel \'gainst winter’s withered scape
Persephone weaves a floral cloak, a fauna cape
The smells, the sounds my breath they take
And like spring, you happen to me all over again.