A green sea of grass

stock and stone

Such a carpet  of Spring alone

Blossoms wink

through chinks of stone

A tower once

where winds did moan

Quiet colored eyes of glass

Flowers peak during Mass

The hills and glades are green

with fragile blades of grass

Hillsides dew pearled

birds on the wing

The time is right

for winds to sing

Love is best in Spring's dear song

We waited patiently

all winter long

Spring bursts out with delicate color

Earth’s return is like no other…

Kathleen Colby@2011