Spring

Spring

There is bending to the branches
And a whistling refrain
All is blurring and reforming
As the windows melt with rain.

There are vortices of verdure
Birds are tumbling into trees
And nodding crowds of alyssum
Add their sweetness to the breeze.

Peeking through the softening soil
Some timidly and trembling
Come the edibles, perennials
Their serried ranks assembling.

There is bending to the branches
And a chilling, driving rain
But nature is rebounding
Wintered hearts to melt again.