Welcome, Sweet Spring (no matter what the weather)

Happy First Day of Spring!!! Welcome sweet spring, whatever be the weather... Welcome, fine artiste of splash-perfect puddles... Where bulbs are bursting with anticipationFirst a green shoot then, tulips, daffodils... Welcome sweet spring, whatever be the weatherWe know what you will bestow without failHope; as we sense nature slackens the tetherThat drives the tandem of bluster and gale Welcome sweet spring, you are ever the victorIn tug of wars twixt two seasons; heave-hoYour smile will always defeat Old Man WinterMelting his ire as warmer winds blow Welcome sweet spring, bringing sunshine and showersTransforming vistas long barren and bleakYou fling ajar nature’s gateway to flowersWaking earth’s gardens as you kiss Her cheek Welcome sweet spring, laden with welkin ardorUnder the sun newness clothes naked limbsOverhead blueness vaults; a cobalt arborDappled with clouds like a meadow with lambs Welcome sweet spring, always worth our waitingNo matter how strong persistence prevailsSooner or later planting-contemplatingTurns into garden-dirt under our nails Welcome sweet spring, with joy no prose can captureWhere the branch cradles the fluff-feathered nestWhere morning trembles with songbird-trilled raptureWhere the brook beckons with sun-dappled zest …where the bud pulses with em’rald elationBathing bare woodlands in verdurous thrillsWhere bulbs are bursting with anticipationFirst a green shoot then, tulips, daffodils Welcome, fine artiste of splash-perfect puddlesWelcome, harbinger of long summer daysWelcome, rooms heady with breezy befuddlesFragrant with blossoms and born-again praise While, we like eager children toss our mittensWith faces pressed to Time’s windows of airWith hearts as soft as pussy-willow kittensWelcoming spring like an answer to prayer Janet Martin Fragrant with blossoms and born-again praise... …where the bud pulses with em’rald elationBathing bare woodlands in verdurous thrills...