Night melts like a pink popsicle
Gilding land and sea with bronze
Look, where darkness hung its mantle
Now the light of new day dawns
Moments meting want and worry
Melt like snowflakes on the tongue
Look, from winter’s frigid flurry
Surf and sod of spring is wrung
Where star-dust fell from yon rafter
Heaven spills a sun-beam urn
Look, the mute brook fills with laughter
As the sight of spring’s return
Look, where dormant tresses tremble
Hollows hint at halos, green
Look, where barren branch and bramble
Soon will be a blossom-queen
Look, where hope replaces hunger
Look where white worlds disappear
Look, where everything seems younger
Because spring, sweet spring is here
© Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!