New as Dew

New+as+Dew

When I opened my eyes,
everything was clear.
There was beauty
in everything my eyes touched.
Everything was new, new, new,
the grass dappled with dew.
my eyes pranced
around the world around me,
with the excitement of a child.
In this new season,
pregnant with change,
full of life and chance,
there is a certain grace there.
There is something lovely about the way an ivy leans,
something gracious in how
branches dance in the breeze.
The air is crisp with
something expectant,
something busy and fruitful.
There, in spring,
lies the urge to dance, and sing,
and do.
All that you can,
in the palm of your hands.
there is something wonderful,
about spring.