New Spring
Neath a quiet and graceful cement Madonna
Stands a serene and tall white iris and loving sculpted Madonna
She lowers her bashful eyes and waits for Spring.
Only one white iris has arrived, but today is warm;
And swarms around with warm and dancing clouds
And looks at me.
My lady drops her eyes in meditation
Of coming rains and flowers of color and reaching delight,
Of bright daffodils and pink tulips to wave in clusters,
Where wilting hyacinths of sweet beckoning scents, seemingly call
And I long for time to rock and read
In the cool of new spring sunshine.
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