Breaking through doors of Winter, leaving his crystal castle,
Waking the sleeping earth with musical chimes of hope,
Lightly, she runs through valleys, calling to trees and rivers;
Brightly, she flower-carpets all of her glad domain.
Singing, the quaking aspens tinkle their bells of silver;
Winging through greening trees, a flash of cerulean blue;
Older, the spring-drugged robins come to their waiting maple;
Bolder, the wrens return to find a wee house for rent.
Falling, the joyful raindrops sing of the laughing prairies;
Calling, a lark-flute spills a fountain of splashing stars.
Twilight, and bullfrog-anthems restfully chant contentment;
Skylight illumined softly, echos a killdeer-dry.
The American Bard
Second, Arabesque Contest