It Is Spring

 The words we've been longing to taste...

"Happy Spring, everyone!"

Soon we will stroll and loll in rooms walled in with trees and flowers

Once more betaken with the plumes that weathered winter’s hours

We’ll kick off shoes and revel in the goodness of the earth

For it is Spring; and so begins the season of new birth

And we will walk the garden path where lark and robin sings

Where winter-long’s subsided wrath hosts hope’s green featherlings

Where old and young are not so far apart in heart and soul

For it is spring; and so begins the bloom-tides tender toll

The sod is strummed by fingers we can sense but never see

Where God is like the Maestro and nature, The Symphony

And we, ah, we are like a sunbeam-song-starved audience

Eager for diamond-dazzled streams and wild grass festooned fence

Eager to linger for a moment longer, just because

The land is green, the sky is blue where world of winter was

Eager to put to more than paper the caper of dreams

For it is spring and so begins life bursting at its seams

Soon we will be knee-deep in dells drifted with daisy-snow

Where gladness rings life’s laughter bells and willow-ballads blow

Where all we ever wished for seems a little less aloof

For it is spring and so begins Providence’s fresh proof  

© Janet Martin

Meanwhile the garden is still struggling to shed its mantle of snow...

But soon!

I can hear robins and killdeers claiming their territories.
(I hope they packed their winter coats just in case; this is Canada after all!)