Spring!

The cold, snowy fingers of winter

suddenly yield,

To the light touch of spring

as she flits from valley

to hill,

Blessing the earth with her joy.

Released from icy chambers,

Each rivulet, stream and river

runs full

and boisterous,

Tumbling joyfully to the sea.

The sentinel peeper asleep in the marsh,

Heard spring as she lingered,

And he knew it was time

to boldly pipe

his nocturnal reveille

and awaken his brothers, those heralds of spring.

Spring beauties in striped pink gowns

of simple splendor,

Dance

in the great forest ballroom.

The whole earth awakens as birds start to sing;

I tramp through the woods, by the streams, through the fields,

And blissfully greet each welcoming sign,

And join with each voice

And welcome

SPRING!