Spring Skies

 
It’s only just a feeling—
A lightness in the air—
As sun comes up a-stealing
From his nighttime lair.
 
Then softly o’er the meadows,
Softly o’er the trees,
Rays of springtime sunshine
Spread over white-capped seas. 

And then! In splendor bursting forth,
Freed from winter cloak,
Sun kisses every dewy bush,
Each newly leafing oak.
 
It mingles in the rippling brook,
It dances through the town
And changes from its morning blush
To winsome sky-blue gown.
 
Finally, trimmed in lacy clouds,
It dashes, laughing, by.
The weary world is gladdened
By breeze from springtime sky.
 
On then, in haste it scurries,
‘round edges turning gray,
While sky dons a lovely velvet frock,
Sun softly slips away.