Ah, Spring Begins

Ah, spring begins,

That thing of grins

And dappled sun

On mead and brook

Ah, spring begins

And winter’s sins

Melt into bygones

Record-book

Ah, spring at last

Flee, icy blast

For you have worn

Your welcome thin

A train of blooms

Wakes in the tombs

Where summer’s garden

Must begin

Ah, darling spring

We dance and sing

To know that soon

The storm is spent

…and tender green

Will spill its sheen

Where now the limb

Is winter-bent

Ah, spring is here

Earth’s belvedere

Awaits the touch

Of nature’s lilt

Where soft and warm

Her gentle charm

Will melt the threads

Of winter’s quilt

© Janet Martin