Welcoming Spring

Ah, Spring

Ah, Spring at last,
season poised between winter and summer,
gentle pendulum swinging to and fro
above this happy medium.
Gone now the chilling winds of winter.
Not yet the scorching rays of summer's sun.

Ah, Gentle Spring,
whose steady, soaking rains,
whose warm sunshine
make way for the greening of the earth.
Thank goodness for confused Spring.
One day echoing winter,
the next foretelling summer.

Ah, Spring,
season of change,
moment of rebirth.

Poem by Beth Mitchum
bethwor(l)ds: 20 years of poetry


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