When Time Unfolds in Green and Gold

When time unfolds in green and gold

And runs the sun awry

Until it spills on fields and hills

In splashes from the sky

When earth unveils from hidden grails

The bloom it long withheld

And drains the bud long chained in mud

To garden, field and dell

When everywhere we turn to stare

Is filled with ‘my, oh, my’

As the cocoon of winter swoons

Into a butterfly

Then we kick off our blues and shoes

And join the carefree boy

To dance upon the sun-splashed lawn

And drink life’s simple joy

When time unfolds in green and gold

After April-cold show’rs

We join the mirth of Mother Earth

And fill our fists with flow’rs

© Janet Martin