Spring

A verdant flash 'pon every bough and twig 

Greets my expectant heart as I walk 'round 

In sunshine bright, this season thus is crowned. 

From Winter's death we presently renege. 

Avìan symphony now meets my ear 

As did the frogs' song all the night before. 

And floating on a breeze, I can't ignore, 

A fragrant blossom, like a souvenir.  

No longer will the cold winds interfere, 

I've waited patiently, I'll now explore 

The winding paths, before me, now appear 

In luscious colors, and Spring can restore 

The hope of Man and drive away all fear 

Instilling in us all with God's rapport.  

Frank Garnick