Spring is spun-

a poem...

Spring is spun, her green and gold
audacious bloom defies the cold
and dares the frost, her colors bold
rejoice the youth, revive the old.

Together now among the brave
buds and shoots, we rise to save
the scent of joy, the flowers we crave
to grace our table and the grave.

Reach out and savor sight and touch
for summer will fade soon enough,
life will pass on, smooth or rough,
and hearts will still, however tough.

So, welcome gladly this bright day
and join our Gardener in His play
and sing Her praises while we may
until, like flowers, we fade away.

Walk in hope-

-henry