Ode To Spring (Terza Rima)

Spring gently breaths soft winds over still bare trees Rustling last year’s dead leaves on still cold ground It glides along paths floats over lakes with a soft ease Faded russet reds and golden hues lying all around Now crumpled and brittle they crunch underfoot With each step along the path you hear their sound Birds in their nests telling their young to stay put And trees have new buds of spring start to emerge Men on horseback with hounds their game afoot Spring rain now falling over hills town’s roads or verge Young plants push their way through the damp earth Standing tall in their bright youth they start to surge Last year’s seeds with the sun sprout giving new birth All plant life growing as the sun sends its warm rays Even mankind benefiting from a spiritual rebirth Spring is where everything’s grows in the lengthening days Where new life springs forth in a glorious colourful blaze