2011-04-25

The Spring of Life

                        = March 21, 1969 =

Listen to the breathing woods,
In the golden mist
       of an early evening shower;
Spongy ground beneath my feet,
And living air surrounds
       the first Spring hour.

Silver drops from a sun-glazed cloud,
Race towards the fields 
       that must be ploughed.
The hiding sun in crimson splendour,
Warms young hearts that sing out loud.

The wind still wet, the night grows cold,
And moving darkness hides
       the rainbow's crest;
Rosey days of warmth and beauty -
All life awaits to spring
       from nature's breast.

Listen to the breathing woods,
Spongy ground beneath my feet;
Silver drops from a sun-glazed cloud,
And fields, that must be ploughed.
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