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.