Sing a Song of...Almost Spring

Sing a song of stirring seed

Where blue sky skims the land

And stark, raw wounds of winter bleed

Into spring’s out-stretched hand

Sing a song of gold delight

As back-wood solitude

Is softly stripped of white on white

Beneath spring’s giddy brood

Then dream and child will run and leap

Like lamb upon the green

And clouds, like flocks of wooly sheep

Will graze on azure sheen

Oh, sing of maple-syrup slope

Or flawless harmony

Of sun and zephyr calliope

And flower fantasy

…or sing about the tiralee

Of bird-joy in the dark

Or rain-notes splashing merrily

And laughter in the park

Hope acclimates to bonny breeze

With ease to dear for word

As in the lane beneath the trees

A wink of spring is heard

Yes, sing a song of almost spring

Of bud-bliss breaking free

Winter may wield its final fling

But sing of spring to me

© Janet Martin

Nine more days! and after the winter we've had five degrees above freezing feels downright balmy.

(never mind what the storm-casters are calling for tomorrow;)

For previously published March poems simply click label 'March'.