In Praise of Spring

This is my voice

May I combine it with yours

So that they

Ring out together

To produce something

That’s whole

May it never be extinguished

May it be vibrant

And pure

Rising and falling as the

Seasons demand

To nourish the beauty

In all living things


And you are the music that plays

To the pale winter grasses

That revives the dull

Evening fields

Rousing them to miraculous lustre

You are that precious

Early song

The revelation of the dew

Lighting up every atom

To honour that first delicious

New morning

Adorned with the fire

And investiture of Spring


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