Spring!

Sept. 20, 2012

The soaring of the red-tailed hawks above

Nestlings hidden in the hemlock trees

The singing in the scented orange grove

It is the season of the greening leaves.

Spring has come again on rain-drop feet,

Awakened leaves to break their barren rest

Beauty new each morn is mine to greet

And of this banquet I the joyous guest.

No more the season of the dying leaf

When the white death would scatter everything

For in my heart I know there is no grief,

In winter’s breast is hid the bud of spring.