Springtime For Emily D. Birds of scarlet wing       Counter ravens' dark impasse. The frigid Lord of winter tamed by       Springtime's gentle blast: Her sun of bright contentment cheers       All sodden earthen mass And snows turned murky dismal melt       In green rains come at last... Now a whispy reawakening       Cleans the slate of winter past. The lengthening days so differ       To long nights in frost forlorn. As dormice softly stirring       Contrast houseflies' pesky scorn; When creatures small, and humans all       Shed heavy coats for lightly-worn, The blushing bluebells once again       Claim brown grass winter torn... For spring, with her arrival, brings       A call to life reborn. Donna Fox