A Vision of Spring
Early in the April morn,
As the dew laid down its head,
There came a vision crowned with horns,
And the grass grew where she tread.
Wings that fluttered, gossamer-fine,
The feathers set within her hair,
Her shoulders caped with celandines,
Her gown trailed violets growing there.
Her eyes were warm as summer wine,
Her cloven hooves danced in the rain,
She sang blackbird-sweet that she was mine,
But she slipped away ere summer came.
Art and words are mine.
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