The tune of spring

For the sleepy
              bugs and fliers
There comes
              a time:
After winter’s sleep
               is over,
Sprouts are
               up and spry.
Buds are swelling,
               juices flow,
Gone is
               the wintry gloom…
And before you
                even know it –
Gardens are
                abloom!
Next the air
                 fills with sounds,
With the chirpy
                 buzz –
there comes
                a light-winged chorus
in the lands
                of grass.
Just like me:
                the shell’s discarded,
A dainty moth
                 is born,
I shall set forth
                 on my journey –
to a well-known
                 door.
I would fly
                 around your house –
Hark
                 the heartful call!
And I’d heave a sigh,
                 half-smiling –
There…
                 after all.