May brook! Spring’s fling of silver hymns
Before warmer days drain your sash
Beneath bud-heady, leafless limbs
You sparkle, tumble, lilt and splash
May brook, you honor meadow’s nook
With nature’s purest melody
You need no sheet-music or book
To learn or hone your harmony
May brook, you soothe and satisfy
The soul of all who linger near
To benefit from your reply
Should we confide in you a tear
May brook, between banks grassy-green
You ramble, ripple, swirl and sing
You turn each girl into a queen
And each fellow into a king
May brook, an orchestra of stars
Slips smooth across moss-muted stones
Beneath heaven’s riveting bars
Reflected in your undertones
© Janet Martin
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