How lovely lies this gentle season's face,
upon the fields and plains that fore were cold.
her sway turns winter scenes to days of gold.
Renewing life for trees and kind with grace,
Now she adorns tall mountain peaks with lace
oft melting snow that glisten streams of old
This breeze that rustles sylvan glades untold
returns to home the geese of former place
The ocean's fury quiet close to shore,
responds in like to sweet Elysian dreams
The sailor keeps appointment times once more,
and trawlers ply their trade again as yore
Springtime with great imbuing force it seems
can tame the wildest ocean scene of roar
Copyright © Alfred Berggren | Year Posted 2018