A Golden Whisper
Isn't it lovely?
As the first bud begins to bloom,
I catch my breath.
The quiet moment fosters beauty.
That first warm, tempered breeze,
The first faint whisper...
'Spring is coming', 'Spring is near!'
And all the while,
As sun shines down upon us,
Shining in our hearts...
A golden whisper,
Silent in it's splendor echoes on.