He sends me smiles
In daffodils
Lounging on forgotten hills
In dashing breeze
In sudden plea
Of thought beguiling poetry
In dipping sway
Of kited string
Drunk on the mellow lay of spring
He sends me smiles
In waning light
Of afternoon becoming night
And echoes dangling
On the air
Child-laughter unrestrained by care
The azure lilt
Of cloudless sky
Reflected in a true love’s eye
He sends me smiles
In robin-hymn,
In babbling brook, in willow-limb
In broadened shade
Of budding slope
In orchards fragrant with new hope
He sends me smiles
As nature sings
In one accord the songs of spring
© Janet Martin
