Thoughts On Ascension Day

Written by: Ingrid Laymann

Spring has grown old on the brink of summer 
the swallows having arrived in time have finished 
restoring their nests now jump up past my window
to their home above right under the roof they love 
dashing down for speeding on dancing and yelling
shooing off the clouds to make way for the sun

young once again is the world and the Green is new 
lush devoid of the dust that will have gathered when 
nights will be growing like the main fruit of summer
and eventually colorless blossoms will open and bless
the world with the magic of White lulling nature to sleep
till the time when light grows and starts a new Spring