Spring-song

Speak to me in floral sonnets

Sing, oh joyous feathered throng

Nurture me with rippling oceans

Where the pasture leaps with song

Brush your lips across my temple

Zephyr who has known no care

Warm me, sun-beam, with your candor

Stir in me a summer-prayer

Wrap me in your emerald whisper

Cradle me in your embrace

Dance with me on God’s fresh garden

Metaphor of hope and grace

Pleasure me, jasmine and primrose

Starlight gleaming in the dirt

Kiss me, tender sanguine noon-tide

Banish from my thought life’s hurt

Soothe me, periwinkle twilight

Breathe your vesper on hushed sod

Springtime, nature’s quadrille-darling

Spring, a testament of God

© Janet Martin