SIGNS OF SPRING

The morning’s breath melodious
with bird-song, full rejoicing,
the coming of the Springtime
hearts full, pure joy they’re voicing.

The air is filled with awesome scents
our nostrils to delight,
the earth, its hidden beauties lay
in roots not far from sight.

The warming sun is coaxing
Winter’s hand to loose its hold,
on new growth long awaiting
its glory to unfold.

Our hearts with joy are throbbing
every fiber sings in praise,
to our God who’s ever giving
new life to fill our days.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Mar. 19, 1996