We Call It Spring

"I love this shade of green against this shade of blue", sighed Victoria, tilting her head to taste this thing that we call spring... 

All misty-eyed the morning woke

And breathed on bonded bud that broke

To gild the limb with hymns of green

Where once stricken stillness had been

Before the glad awakening

Of earth’s re-birth that we call spring

All whisper-soft and warm the air

Drew from the crypt of storm, a prayer

Where earth becomes a Living Room

And every hill, a Thing of Bloom

And every tree a kind of king

Crowned with a jubilee called Spring

Then humankind, once dull and blue

Becomes a little gladder too

For where the air was clad with cold

It beams and streams in reams of gold

And Living is A Lovely Thing

Kissed with the bliss that we call spring

© Janet Martin

Could you pray for Karen, suddenly bed-ridden once again in this most wonderful weather?! Dave is still undergoing appointments without diagnosis, but he is feeling a lot better! thank-you all who pray/prayed!