Spring Prelude

Today the view is monotone

Hues of brittle, grey, brown and beige

Branches without dressing

Petrified remnants of last summer's flowers

Leftover in cracked clay pots.

Muddy, dusty pathways

Through yellowed grass in slumber

The forest lays in waiting ...

Fatigued from winter passed

Me and March wait-

Impatient with anticipation and wanting.

And then it will begin ...

Tender bursts of brilliant green

Will sing a new refrain

And herald the revival of life

This technicolour revue we call

S p r i n g.

And I can't wait!