It Is Spring Poem by Carol Fleming Klein

Behold it is Spring
Dead leaves rise up
And dance
Their defiance.
Winter winds bring
An icy chill
And try to still
The songbird's voice
They blow
With North Pole's frosty breath
They whistle in anger
Shrieking "Death! "
-but we know
The words still ring
"Season follow season"
-so returns the Spring.

It is Spring
The sun kisses the earth
And the quiet violets
Raise in silent mirth
Their gladness and thanksgiving.
Hidden springs
Erupt
In shocked surprise
To sparkle, bubble forth
In crystalline glory
And priceless worth.

It is Spring
And over glen and hill
More softly still
The air casts a spell
Weaving misty promises
All is well.

It is Spring
Tall stone buildings
Impressive
Distant
Erase the memory
Of laughing water ripples
Pulling at toilworn robes
And muscles rippling
To tug at a sinking overloaded net
White teeth flashing
In deep smiles
On sunbrowned faces.

And
Blazing early dawn
Tries to erase
The sacrilege
The cries of agony
Mixed with sneers
The horrors of creation
Rocking in pain
Splitting with anguish
Beyond belief
Finally numbed
And unmoving
Veiling from it's heaven's
A "ladder"
On earth
A Man
Stretching between

Reaching up
Reaching down
Dying to join the two

This too was done
And creation rested
The joining finished
The two one.

But
Winter's deathly hand
Cast chill
To keep the Man
A prisoner still

But it's Spring
And at dawn
Not with trumpet's ring
But Angel's voice
"Come forth, Thou Son! "
And joyful noise
Awed earth expectant
Opens
And the Man
Comes forth
The misty promises
Fulfilled
So all with thankfulness
Rejoice!
And echoing again
With "Peace on earth,
Goodwill to men"
The echoes also ring
Thank You, Heavenly Father
For Your Spring!

April 2,1980 Wednesday