Drops of golden dew hang brightly
As green gems spring into spring
And to our
senses a vision sightly
The fame of
the season’s return does bring
Color’s
hues and all manners of green
Pistachio, sage,
emerald, pine
Shades and
tones, never lovelier, seem
To sweep
winter’s gray blues out of mind
The morning
tropic-like mist, smell of earth, taste of air,
The sound
of wind against the trees, whistle and swish
Myriads of
birds singing delights, cardinals share
Their
cheeri-o, cheeri-o, and a crow caw-caws his wish
Spring’s enchantment
of new beginnings, might be
An offering
of a new lease on life, if but a tease
A clean,
acute palate of senses, feeling light and free
Summer, we
beg thee, come slowly please
