Dark sod pierced by flames of flowers, <br />Dead wood freshly quickening, <br />Bright skies dusked with sudden showers, <br />Lit by rainbows on the wing. <br /> <br />Cuckoo calls and young lambs' bleating, <br />Nimble airs which coyly bring <br />Little gusts of tender greeting <br />From shy nooks where violets cling. <br /> <br />Half-fledged buds and birds and vernal <br />Fields of grass dew-glistening; <br />Evanescent life's eternal <br />Resurrection, bridal Spring!<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-spring-song/
