The flame is kindled, the spark starts to catch,
And greenness like fire spreads through the Earth.
New leaves begin to crackle on each branch
While Sun Unconquered confirms his rebirth.
Winter lies dead; Spring her victory claims:
Blooms rise from loam as earthworms come to dance
With Robins their eternal partnered foes.
April stands agape as snows become rains,
And sweet Persephone’s banners advance,
Bringing forth leaves on the stems of the rose.
Baby maples sprout amid green, green lawns—
Colonizing suburban floral sprawl.
Mourning doves sigh with their typical groans
As skunk cabbage rises where the streams stall,
Where ferns spring up to shade once-barren ground.
Maple leaves droop, not yet spread to the Sun;
Forsythia scatters gold like a king;
Wet woodlands echo with woodpecker sound,
And peepers chuckle when evening is come
When shadows leap up like weeds all around.
Now the dominion of Flora appears,
And with it, a riot of royal hues.
Tulips emerge to wash away old tears,
All the brine laid down by winter road-crews.
Come, bright Brigid of regeneration:
Cloak empty branches; hide nests of new birds,
And give new concealment to hives of bees.
Reveal mysteries of creation:
Seeds sprouting roots, and poets spouting words,
And hearts singing hymns of new elation!