Spring At Last! A Sonnet Poem by Richard St. Clair

March is finally spent, and what a ride!
Through unexpected snow and ice I've slogged:
To Mother Nature my complaint I've lodged
In hopes that winter lastly will subside!
The snows have finally melted, yes, and when
The buds of lilac bushes start to stir,
Now bathed in every vein such life-liquor,
The sap of life is born to us again!
Spring is not a state of mind, my friend,
The true experience of spring is love,
To creatures all below us and above,
The gonads of the blooms their pollen send.
Patiently I've waited for warm days,
And now I bathe in Sol's soft warming rays!