Spring-love

Oh tell me, does the valor of new morning dipped in gold

Bestow hope’s color to your heart that harbored somber hue

Does gladness soothe the sadnesses that ways of life unfold?

And does the hug of spring-love get the better of you too?

Does wonder heal heart-hunger with the art of leaf-laced loom?

Oh tell me, when life’s green umbrella world unfurls once more

And buds break into flower-laughter, after winter’s gloom

Do you fall into spring-love like a song-struck troubadour?

…and are we all poets perhaps, without ink-chartered Must

Does duty don a kinder beauty in nature’s rebirth?

And tell me, does the praise that flows from days of dust-to-dust

Inspire lays of spring-love to the Teacher of the earth?

To linger by the shallows where the swallows dip and dive

To drink from brinks of pink where More out-pours in morn’s ahoy

Tell me, does this not make you feel so glad to be alive?

Where treasure from the trove of spring-love fills our souls with joy

© Janet Martin

Hoping for you, a happy-heart day:)