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