But Always Spring...

The piqued bud brims with unleashed hymns

Wonder waits to be wowed full-well

The eager earth pulses with birth

Where stark, dark bark-chords start to swell

Nature is not an idle thought

Or at the mercy of a whim

Beneath the nod of Holy God

Its orchestra magnifies Him

…and steals our breath where it seemed death

Had sealed the boughs of green unfurled

But always spring begins to ring

The bell that wakes earth's wonder-world

© Janet Martin

With each spring that passes the more its bud enthralls me!