We did it! We weathered another winter!
Here's to all things yellow,
Dawn’s first fair fronds fade from the east like flowers felled at frost
Each season spreads earth with a feast for eyes, then comes the sting
Where moments brim with virgin vim then dim; but time’s sure cost
Reciprocates colossal, annual losses with spring
Then bow to the Creator whose splendor no one exceeds
Where braggarts soon deplete their store of self-aggrandizing
Not so with He who cups masterpieces in buds and seeds
And ravishes earth’s winter-skeletal remains with spring
Oh, leap for joy; come, girl and boy, release the inner child
So what if somersaults and cartwheels are but shadow-art
Spring to the world is like the soul set free and laughter-wild
Ah, spring to earth is like God’s grace to winters of the heart
Beneath the funereal facade of winter-spent, ah, hark
Methinks I hear the giggle of a garden snickering
Where hallelujah rends the fabric of day’s too-long-dark
And sparks the song that wakes the waltz that sweeps us into spring
© Janet Martin
'Janet, when will the leaves fall'
asked Little Girl yesterday.
Well, I replied, a little startled at first!
First, in spring, they hatch from the bud into beautiful children, oops, I mean leaves
(Actually my answer was abbreviated to more of a spring-bud, summer-bloom, fall-fall answer😀)