When the Earth is A-wash...

 This was my view from the kitchen window while making supper last night. We kept our eye on that cloud but it dissipated shortly after I took this photo into this...

When the earth is a-wash with blue rivers of spring

And the yard is a splash of verdant rendering

When each ditch is a brook and each stem bronze with bud

When young lads find heaven in meadows of mud

Then our dreams burgeon and hope is renewed

For surely the winter’s last blast is subdued

When robins are saucy in breast-coats of rust

When nooks wooded, mossy stir our wanderlust

When the breeze is imbibed with blush-pink apple-bloom

And trees are like brides all be-decked for the groom

Then we feel the joy of our care-freer hours

As spring comes a-dancing with arms full of flowers

When dark-days of winter expand then grow pale

Twixt autumnal splendor and spring-time’s regale

When we drink the nectar of sunshine and rain

And join in the laughter of violet-fringed lane

When daffodil-radiance beams from umber sod   

Then we sing for Spring and the mercy of God

© Janet Martin