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.

♥