Of Daffodils and Rain-strummed Rills

 We are having another hint-of-spring splash!

My, my the mind grins, giddy at suggestions in the air

Of hill and field soon spilling pretty flowers everywhere

For one of nature’s finest words to ever please the tongue

Is riding on the buoyancy of lilting zephyr-song

And hearts muffled with heavy garb of flannel-fashioned string

Are suddenly much lighter at the mention of it; spring

So long, bold, blundering buffoon, braggart of ice and snow

We have grown weary of your wit; its time for you to go

The cloak you flaunt is full of want, and we are full of hope

Where sun cajoles lopsided holes to the south-facing slope

And earth sheds you like love sheds the despondency of loss

As hearts begin to feel the thinning of grief’s albatross

How happy is the hinterland ‘neath prospects primed with bud

The wonderland of winter succumbs to mantles of mud

Before the pictures that thought paints become reality

Where the green word of spring ignites delightful fantasy

And the mind grins, glad, giddy at the word the air suggests

Of daffodils and rain-strummed rills and birdie-brimming nests

© Janet Martin