Spring's Ball Dance
Be seated upon sun - a golden chariot drove by dawn,
across the roseate sky, she reaches the awaiting ball dance.
Stepping down the shining steps of gilded rays like a trance,
she drizzles her pizzazz to wash off the gloom of winter's yawn.
With sparkles of her smile, she greets the great gathering
as she glides to the center, escorted by the gentle breeze.
Sweet warbling of larks and cuckoos echoes from the trees
synchronized with the sublime hymn of robin welcoming Spring.
She sways, twirls and leaps gracefully dancing with flair
and revives the spirit of nature with a joy of celebration.
With her tender touch trees gain lush rejuvenation
and buds blossom by her dewy kisses into flowers so fair.
Shimmering hues sprinkled by her could be seen everywhere
on feathers and wings of birds, butterflies, bees and beetles.
Her stirring scent sprayed on grass, leaves and petals
imbues all hearts with rip-roaring romance like the March Hare.
Miracles of life sprout from the imprints of her dancing feet
as she taps her toes and clicks her fingers, unleashing renewal.
She bestows her blessings to all without being partial
until time approaches her to return and end this festive treat.
Then one evening she bids adieu as showers of wet emotions
pour out, her trail lingers in a momentary rainbow vow to revisit.
Golden memories left behind to be a comforting requisite
in unbearable days of her long absence causing a commotion.
04/21/2018
Copyright © Afzal Nusker | Year Posted 2018
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