Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Before the Ballad of Bloom...





The wand that wakes buds is wafting
Over rill and main
Soon the song that sleeps, my darling
Will spill free again

Soon rain-silver notes soft-splashing
Will bring blooming bow’rs
Soon spring’s hidden hymns, my darling
Will wing into flow’rs

Time, for all its testing manner
Never tires earth
Where it lays a lifeless banner
It will sire birth

Like the rush of broken rivers
From ice-fetters freed
Beneath us an ocean quivers
Held, as yet, in seed

© Janet Martin


2 comments:

  1. Lushes lines leading to lavender lore.

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  2. :) thank-you! in time's much madness is such great gladness!

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