Spring Song
SPRING SONG
When this lovely vale begins to spring back to life
Crocuses in blue and yellow unfold their tender petals
And reach wide-fingered for the warming sunshine
While the daffodils jostle for attention in the breeze.
The sleeping meadow grass is roused to growth.
My pastures are filled again with sheep calling their lambs;
And calves and kittens play with illimited energy, singing to me
In vigorous voices of gladness and joy and exuberance.
Their songs are carried on the warm fresh air breezing in from the sea
As I cock an ear for the strains of the neighbour’s bagpipes.
My lilacs spread out their new dresses of white and mauve, and
Young pared apple trees over my porch know that it is time to blossom into
Brides with white confetti littering their feet along my path.
The swallows are coming back from the south to rebuild their weathered nests
And the pruned cherry trees are coiled springs heavy with scented pink blooms,
Preparing themselves to pour their fruits into my waiting arms.
Through my open window come the bagpipe melody and scent of lilac
And the creaking of growth in the earth as my roots renew and deepen,
And I know that I am nestled in this lovely vale as deeply as my heart
Is implanted in my family’s growth and profusion.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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