Look! Sweet Spring Is Here

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