Song of the Spring

Awake, the ground

and come alive.

I come with warmth

and promised birth.

My seeds at rest 

take root and nest

in slumberous brown

my life roots down

In anchored ground

I find the sound

(Awake the sound and come alive)...

Of life’s first breath

Spiritus Novus!

Spring sprouts of hope

Of luscious green.

My work is slow

Yet waxes effusive

My showers grow flowers 

And flowers grow showers

Blooms abound meadows 

And forests sing of new.

All of life is new.