The Queen of Spells

(Sonnet / Lipogram) No letter "A" Blooming buds dispersing sundry perfumes Mellifluous tunes of ebullient birds Butterflies come out of their cosy rooms Soft verdure on verges nibbled by herds Burbling brooks run under the bulbous dome Modest cloud-cover with blowing soft wind Gentle showers dripping down on the brome The spring's resurgence delights every mind Pristine life sprouts from the womb of the turf Your comforting presence nurtures new life Soft shoots burgeons out of the tough scurf The joy of Zion unrolled without strife You, the queen of spells on the wheel of time, Poets cherished their thoughts in your prime clime.