*Where nature's hidden hold
Begins to drip and spill
As sweetest wealth of Maple Gold
Gives young and old a thrill...
Find your tasty Maple 'treasures' and treats here!
I didn't have the opportunity to post a first day of spring poem yesterday
so let's celebrate its arrival today!
And though we know somewhere
The last snowfall still taunts
With bolder happiness we dare
To dream of flowered haunts...
Today spring has come true
The sun climbs a blue hill
Strewing a golden residue
To earth, still stark and chill
And though we know somewhere
The last snowfall still taunts
With bolder happiness we dare
To dream of flowered haunts
The robin sings for rain
Bird-warbling hails the morn
Across the melt-and-mud terrain
The killdeer’s cry is borne
…and though the bud’s cocoon
Is a clenched, maroon fist
We revel in the afternoon
Of leafless gold, sun-kissed
*Where nature's hidden hold
Begins to drip and spill
As sweetest wealth of Maple Gold
Gives young and old a thrill
A promised land of green
Starts to break winter's spell
Where once a whitewashed world had been
And frigid shadows fell
We sense time’s discipline
That no hand can undo
And smile the smile of youth again
For Today Spring came true
© Janet Martin
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