Spring

The ides of March had passed, and April Showers
That fall, brings life, revives that earth again:
Bees gather pollen to make thier honey from flowers,
When a choral erupts from thrush, and sparrow, and wren!
Tree blossom's bloom, then upward rising, they're sending
Thier sweet aroma, mingling thick in the air,
As the prayers of saints to heaven's Thorn, Accending,
Refreshes woods that long Winter's siege stripped bare!
Birds flying north from southern capes and glades,
Where they all hid while long, cold Winter had clung,
And return to homes they've held as their's past age,
To mate and rear another brood of young:
As the welcome signs of Spring pervades,
The spiral of life through weal and woe go on.

Danielle LaReaux/aka Daniiel Gary Roe copyright1998