To Miss Better-Late-Than-Never Spring

 Once again we are wowed by the wonder of it all!

'Do not I fill heaven and the earth? declares the Lord'

Jer.24:24

You come with flowers in your hair

A sunny smile upon your face

You plop into a grassy chair

Where you know that we save your place

You spill to hill and field and nook

The green we thought would never come

And all the jolly time you took

To getting here is forgiven

You unfold budded miracles

And steal our hearts (you always do)

The bird-breeze- brook-song canticle

Replaces bully gales that blew

Violet, crocus, daffodil

And plethora of petal-kin

Repeat their sweet-spring-flower thrill

To we who grin and grin and grin

...and welcome you with open arms

At last, it seems you heard us call

Where we fall fast into your charms

As if you were not late at all

© Janet Martin