Sonnet for Spring
New growth in spring brings to my heart a song,
of birds and bees, of trees and every plant.
I listen as it sings that winter's gone.
Aromas waft like Gregorian chant.
A seedling poking through to bright sunshine
is stretching forth with two new leaves of green.
I conclude that this new life is sublime,
transcending what I know of earthly schemes.
A gentle rain is washing memories
From the backroads of my mind into view.
I see early blooming lords-and-ladies
Covered with a blanket of morning dew.
A robin chatters from the arbor gate,
Flying down to devour slender ground bait.