“Thoughts on the Coming of Spring”
February 02, 2017
Now as the turning of the year repairs
To drink at Mother Nature’s reservoirs
And February’s days like morning chanticleres
Proclaim the earliest presents of a spring
With snowdrops nodding lowly on a lin
As blackbird whistles, gathering up a nest,
And marvellously bespeaks perforce revivings in the west
Right glad at having valiantly withstood hard test;
Extended days pall-bearing burying drear night,
Train-bearing too by bringing in expanse of light,
Brightening confessed sere exhausted souls
Cast-over late by dearths and no parole
See here!: a living fox uprears from out a wintry hole
New flights of geese overhead, and roundabouts green grows
As stirrings in a ground which rigors lately froze;
All volunteers who forward march in regiment, recruits
Empressing daffodils by proposition; shoots
Who pose, mayhap, portend, an if, assever
Their chastisements upon the very weather
With forward notice of avowed intent to sever
Association, commerce with, withholdings
Who give no place for sweets, or blosssoms; bitter cold winds
Sharp easterlies enforced to incident acute incursions
As sole presumed good fellows companying as like The Persians
Of such unseasonable bedevilled weathers
The lightening of the year rebounds, refrains again failsafe
The heavens in turn revisiting to the appointed place
Accordant resolutely having run the race
Spill perfumes, vials in showers, outpourings, plenitudes,
As set at the beginning so their consonance ensues
Diurnal session towards a plenary
Of time devoured, expended liberally
Upon what journey quizzes hope, engages brains;
Wherefore envisioned and against what gains?
Abiding God Who to his chest His kingdom’s hand maintains.