poetry friday

Sing, World, Sing
by Nancy Byrd Turner

Now in chilly places
Where the snow had been,
Wood and field and hollow,
Easter flowers begin.

 

Now a bud is opened,
Now a leaf uncurled;
Spring is in the sweet wind
Walking down the world.

 

Snowdrops in the garden,
Violets on the hills,
Cowslips in the meadow,
Dancing daffodils

Seem to lift their faces,
Softly whispering,
“Easter’s nearly here, now —
Sing, world, sing!”