The Queen of Spring

Feather in the wind, queen,
A dove and a snake within,
Devotee of the divine time,
All aces are up her sleeve.

Upright, for never a victim,
Myopia was only short-lived.
Her queenly vision now expands,
Surpassing all limiting beliefs.

The Queen of Spring is near
Living the life of her dreams.
May guiles reap what was sown,
May Spring crown her free will.

The Winter wind blows her way,
From despise and hatred, relieved.
Surrendering to divine punctuality,
In her throne, the queen sits within.