Spring

Gray death, the winter's cover, Has lain the country over, Her shades rolled high. Earth's secrets are exposed, Uncaring in repose, To every eye. The dreary winter's cold Has taken dismal toll; Her shadows shorten. The world is dressed in gray- As dawn awaits the day It must awaken. My daily path has seen The bated breath of green; The winter's over. As opening wide the eyes Of blue above, the skies Nudge sleeping shoulder. A voice where there was none Trills out, as now the sun Her charges waken. The trusting players hide To touch home-free, yet bide With faith unshaken. Upon the scene I come, Ignored by everyone; I too am playing. My scanning eye has seen Today a blade of green, A spot betraying. The game is in full swing; From nowhere bursts the spring, Its laughter ringing. The merry-making sound Of all the children found; All nature singing. The empty country-side With pageantry alive; Now dressed in splendor. Her shades are spread around; Within her house the sound Of gleeful laughter. On faith she has relied, The promise ne'er denied By faithful Master.