Saturday, March 14, 2015

When the snow fields soften
the birds begin to sing,
the trees stretch out awakening arms
as buds turn emerald green.
The sun lays long on sodden land 
and bids the seed to grow,
returning earth to harbor man,
to nourish and to sow.
So take me in and shelter me
from winter harsh and sad,
and carry me along with thee
a springtime heart
and glad...