In spring I rise alive to see
fruits of the winter’s pregnancy.
What joy I feel at nascent birth,
the babe of spring returned to me.
All winter’s snow-crowned white is worth
Waiting for my spring’s reworked earth.
The sky’s a softer, purer blue
My thoughts contain a brighter mirth.
Fresher, too, air and flower’s dew
wash away the sullen darker hue–
As of late blanketing my soul–
With new vigor I spring anew.
I vow to everyone bestow,
a kinder touch. More love I’ll sew.
Like new-hatched chick, new songs I’ll sing,
And brighten life, easing some woe.
Yes, all my world will know it’s spring!