Maiden Months Poem by B. V. Dahlen

Of all the seasons in the year
From blustery to mild,
The one that is most dear to me
Reminds me of a child.

Exuberant and reckless,
With growth and vibrant cheer,
Her youthful dance bids welcome
To yet another year.

Bedecked with flowers in her hair,
And garbed in soft array,
She breaths her warmth upon the world,
And beckons us to play,

To skip with her through palest fields
‘neath trees bursting with flowers,
To dream away a sun kissed day
And waste those fleeting hours.

We follow her though meadows lush,
And pollen dusted days
To lose her in the heat mirage
Of summer’s golden haze.

Come back! Come back sweet vernal span.
Too brief your tenure here.
You give us hope and longing
At the start of each new year.