Stubborn Frost's last throes,
Daily sun-beleaguered, still
Chill weakly each night.

Exposed veins of voles,
White hair receding from lawns...
Old Winter grows bald.

Swans trumpet to tell
Iced panes a liquid story;
Just fools tread old ice.

Lingers Winter still;
The sun broods over gray clouds;
Vaporous Spring stirs.

Cloven seasons stall,
Though migrants race to their nests
Expecting warm skies.

My heart leaps to see
Faith in action ev'ry Spring...
Surety of Life!