The touch of spring

I feel my feet upon the earth,
Sun warms my skin,
The land gives birth.

For where I touch the flowers grow,
New leaves spring forth,
The fields aglow.

You hear me when the skylark sings,
You feel my touch,
The life I bring.

I bring with me growth renewed,
The butterflies,
The morning dew.

I am the maiden fair and sweet,
This greening earth, 
Is my heartbeat.

©E. Curtis 2022

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