Late Morning, Early March

The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. - Henry Van Dyke

Clear water murmurs
soft and easy;
flowing exquisitely over
old, rounded rocks where
strands of new moss
playfully dance
in a gentle lowland stream.

Somewhere close a
whippoorwill sings;
and hungry robins sift slowly
through the stubble of
meadows barely green.

The late-winter sun
warms well the earth;
coaxing early buds from stiff branches above,
while bulbs below
begin again their sure resurrection;
stirring from welcome warmth;
rising through darkness towards the promise of day.

Ahh, the subtle signs of Spring's approach;
how good it is
to see such days!

As the winter's cold recedes,
a season of sunshine and hope draws near!
As the day's light lengthens,
again, life blossoms anew!

Such gifts come only from God on High;
ordained by the Father of Light.

How good it is
to see such days!

Next poem: When I Draw Near unto the Waters

Author: Jerry Dan Deutschendorf
from: Red Earth Whisperings
Part I: Nature and the Nature of Things