Another Spring
by Zettel
Posted: Monday, March 20, 2017 Word Count: 206 |
Another Spring
Winter's bonds are easing now
Rested earth stirs expectantly
to the urgent pulse of life
Even proud withstanding hills
weep softly with the melting snow
The primrose shy nestles by
the crocus proud erect
both towered by the chorus lines
of dancing daffodils
braving the still Wintry sky
An honour guard of cherry trees
stands to along the roads
in precious passing pink
showing us the now of things
only our deeper feeling sees
Like the return of a long lost love
uncertain hesitant Spring tiptoes in
wary of the lingering ice and frost
Winter has left behind a guard
that fickle April will remove
We live our lives in time-straight lines
of now tomorrow soon
future hope stills present peace
but to walk the earth a circle makes
the pattern seasons underline.
Winter's end is Spring's beckoning call
with Summer Autumn still to come
There is a time to live a time to die
a time to laugh a fitting time to cry
for dawn again to come first night must fall
There is gentle solace here
Winters dark but an apparent end
in truth the little death of change
In the ring of life love abides
and whispers do not fear
Winter's bonds are easing now
Rested earth stirs expectantly
to the urgent pulse of life
Even proud withstanding hills
weep softly with the melting snow
The primrose shy nestles by
the crocus proud erect
both towered by the chorus lines
of dancing daffodils
braving the still Wintry sky
An honour guard of cherry trees
stands to along the roads
in precious passing pink
showing us the now of things
only our deeper feeling sees
Like the return of a long lost love
uncertain hesitant Spring tiptoes in
wary of the lingering ice and frost
Winter has left behind a guard
that fickle April will remove
We live our lives in time-straight lines
of now tomorrow soon
future hope stills present peace
but to walk the earth a circle makes
the pattern seasons underline.
Winter's end is Spring's beckoning call
with Summer Autumn still to come
There is a time to live a time to die
a time to laugh a fitting time to cry
for dawn again to come first night must fall
There is gentle solace here
Winters dark but an apparent end
in truth the little death of change
In the ring of life love abides
and whispers do not fear