Bring on the frog songs.
Keep me awake with their whir.
Bring on the fresh greens.
Call up the scents of the earth.
Bring on the blossoms, each glory a challenge.
Bring on the nesting swallows, acrobats of cliffs and barns.
Bring on the hummingbirds, tiny, buzzing kazoos.
Bring on the silent-winged moths
who cling for days to my door.
Bring on the early sunrises and long twilights.
Craze me with signs of spring.
Enrapture me with your glamour.
I am ready for you, Blooming Persephone,
with words and songs,
longing to be reunited.
Bring on the green powers of spring.
The Zetta Angus Papers 