FOR THE VERNAL EQUINOX
Written yesterday during a brief period of Eucharistic adoration. Sometimes the heart of the thing is simple, and so the poem is.
Forsythia in lilting flames
with lilac soon to sing
The skies plumed with their frothing frames
to beckon sweetest spring
Praise be for the clement dawn
flocking from the east
Praise be for the winter gone
Praise the vernal feast
Happy spring.
J.W.