Vita Incipit
Spring is a poem that nature sings
The sun ever more generous each day
Drink deep of the joy the new life brings
Winter's last few punches on the way
Only the hardy are born right now
Tough enough to take another freeze
The knife winter winds have not blown out
Survival is not gained with ease
So kind, the surfeit of early spring blooms
So longed for in midwinter's death
Just a patch of color to dispel the gloom
Quickens the heart, sharpens cold breath
Awaken, my heart!
Dare to hope.
♥