Notes About The Poem

The coming of spring and world events are at play in this poem. I continue to pray for the people of Ukraine as they are in such dire need of relief from the war that is terrorizing their country.  The questions I raise is will spring return in all its glory? Will the hearts and souls of the Ukrainian people be repaired?  Will they ever know spring?  Spring will definitely come and the grass will once again be green  The answer of course is that spring will come regardless as to what humans are doing to one another. 

Springtime

“Springtime” 
The dark days of winter have passed
The snow gone at last.  
The cold, a memory forborne.

As the Earth awakens 
Will the meadows turn green?
Will the bluebirds sing?	 
Will the mission bells ring?   	 
Will the cherry trees bloom?
Will mankind repent,
Make way for new dreams?

Will she return to me?	

How I long to see 
The dark winter of war
Be gone.
The cherry blossoms  
Dress the DC mall.
The swallows return to 
San Juan Capistrano.

How I long to see 
The newness of it all,
The birth of a lamb,
The budding of trees,
The greening of grass.
  
It is time to seed the earth,
To shake a neighbor’s hand, 
To repair the hearts and land.

Let it rain spring 
Across this land and 
In its many hearts.

The Meadows are greening.
The Bluebirds are singing.
The Mission bells are ringing.
The Cherry trees are blooming.
It is indeed a time to celebrate.  
It is indeed a time to reflect and repair.

She returns to me 
She will return indeed 				
To the many in need. 					3/23/2022
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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