Silently and shyly, Spring rose today at dawn,
Hiding her pale face behind a filmy veil
As she crept across the land,
Anxious to be undiscovered
Until she knows her time is ripe.
But the all-observing blackbird sees her
And greets her with a single, muted call,
As if too shrill a cry might warn departing Winter
And give him cause to stay.
The yellowhammer also notices her presence,
And the friendly, scarlet-chested robin,
Prancing joyfully along the leafless hedge;
But they maintain a quiet reticence,
Anxious not to advertise her early outing.
Only the raucous rooks are unremitting;
Calling callously with mocking mirth.
And on the sweetly slumbering magnolia,
Long buds swell with finger-pointing promise,
Soon to burst in fragrant floral fantasy.
Soon, too, delirious hares will dance again
In moonlight, over greening fields.