Monday, May 4, 2015


An air of excitement, a thrill of something intangible rides the waking breeze
When spring breaks through the seal of bud and mud, to frill earth's hills and trees

The bloom breaks through the bud
The light breaks through the dark
The shoot breaks through the gloomy mud
To gild the brooding bark

Green breaks through shrouds of brown
Green breaks through cloven clutch
To clothe earth in a teeming gown
Beneath the Weaver’s touch

Spring breaks through poised delight
Like warmth breaking through cold
Like morning breaking through the night
In madrigals of gold

© Janet Martin


Thank you for your visit to this porch. Any thoughts you would like to share?