Spring beckons all the green things awake,
With soft sunshine and breathy gusts,
It blows life into bloom,
Fills the whole world’s room,
With new growth and buds,
That burst and bust!
Spring’s ranging, changing give and take,
Fills forests and fields with fairy dusts,
Blades of bright green,
The wind’s billowing keen,
And pollen’s featherless flight,
Fills the plants with lusts!
Bees will soon be back to build,
Another generation of reasons to stop,
And smell such scents,
So sweetly filled,
To the brim of each velvety, rainbowed cup.
Come, Spring, and lay the cold to rest!
Fill each heart with songs and light!
Quicken blood and release your flood,
To smooth away dark Winter’s night.
So much to do and so few hours,
Like a squirrel with a caffeine buzz,
Still, Spring has subtle, simple powers…
And baby animal fuzz.
~ C.L.R. ~ © 2009