The heart of spring
is spring-filled hearts,
the kinds that give us all fresh starts.
The silent hopes
and quiet dreams
gather by the living streams.
A note of joy
and bluer sky
gift us with a gentle sigh.
A softer ground
from feathered snow
prepares our earth and helps us grow.
A cleansing rain
and rainbow spread
give cover to our garden bed.
A warmer sun
soft lights the way
and gives to each our newborn day.
Margery Layton
3-2000
(In loving honor of Howard Waltz, an eternal spring)
