Waking

A world of fresh newness
  Spring has come
The flowers of the garden
  Are breaking through
Soft dark soil, turning
  New life amidst the dry
Dead leaves tumble
  Blown to and fro
As winds warm the earth
  Setting everything in
Foggy morning glow
  Expectant of what is
To come and show itself
  Through the rain
A surprise and delight 
  To tred the path
Awakening to the new life
  And the voice calling our name