The first of Spring – and everything

Says Yes. Along the edge

Of the field, blossoms in the hedge,

Never quite so white before.

Trimming the edge of the lawn,

Primroses and daffodils,

Winter’s ills all left behind.

Nature is blind with light.

Hear the delight of birds

Swooping onto the lake. See

Canada geese taking their ease

After their long flight. Say good bye

To days that creep along like nights

As if concealing petty crimes.

Sometimes it seems the summer

Will not come. But then the dumb

Grasses awake. Flutes of sunlight

Fill the air. There can be no mistake.

The dawn steps out without a care.

The clouds pass by. The day sets fair.