Before the Ballad of Bloom...

The wand that wakes buds is wafting

Over rill and main

Soon the song that sleeps, my darling

Will spill free again

Soon rain-silver notes soft-splashing

Will bring blooming bow’rs

Soon spring’s hidden hymns, my darling

Will wing into flow’rs

Time, for all its testing manner

Never tires earth

Where it lays a lifeless banner

It will sire birth

Like the rush of broken rivers

From ice-fetters freed

Beneath us an ocean quivers

Held, as yet, in seed

© Janet Martin