The Secret Song of Spring

The prompt for Poets and Storytellers United is Autumn. I took the liberty to change it as autumn is a bit alien for us now. Here in the Southern hemisphere it is Spring and the trees and flowers are bursting with colour.

The Secret Song of Spring

The earth turns itself over
as the jar of the night is sealed
Dawn shakes dreams
from its sleeves,
and the air peels open
like an orange.

The sun peeks through
with its first light,
crawling over the hills
to set the fields alight,
to switch on lanterns
in the cherry trees,
wearing blushing crimson.

It scatters gold
across the yellow bells
with starry skirts,
and dresses trees
in fresh green
as Robins sing
their finest songs,
for their babies newly born.

The wind scribbles invitations
on passing clouds,
awaiting the footsteps
of those who hear
the secret song of Spring.