Newness of Spring

Chirup, Chirupup is now gone away For the Cricket now sleeps in the deep woods Deep down under a bed of dry decaying leaves Awaiting the spring's warmth to call__ come Out across the now no-fence pasture Lies a giant pan of Rice Krispies cookies White on tan the dead crispt grass made so by the cold hoary frost Chilled so that it groans from the cold penetrating deep within the ground The whole earth awaits that warm sun who takes his time Slowly slipping back closer up, up, up to the Northern Hemisphere Will spring come to renew or will those deep woods remain dark and deep Inviting all eyes to see inside the open venerable vault of clearing Those dark deep woods encourage exploring To clear away all the tangled briars, dead barren ideas that need purging Open clear up those winter woods for new growth of spring New ideas on which to encourage the grow of the poetic mind Been in winter long enough in that cold barren woods Trapped in the cold lingering by the fire of hearth's contentment Now is the time to escape_be fresh new Spring _bring on the novel