Sleeping Beauty

The earth lies ready for the kiss of spring,
eager to feel warm breath upon her cheeks,
praise winter’s death and end to icy sting,
longing to quell flood’s swelling arctic creeks.
She will adorn her hair with wild flowers
and crown her cool head with silver and gold,
give thanks for the pure and gentle showers,
that the grip of winter has lost its hold.
Lovely earth shall breathe the scent of lilacs,
bless birds on purple wing and bugs that bite, 
love the dandelions in sidewalk cracks,
welcome summer sun, though it shines so bright.
Sleeping beauty, restless in dream-like sleep, 
believes spring’s sweet kiss, the promise will keep