THE SQUIRREL'S SPRING

The squirrels spring!

The trees are budding.

The Robins, lean robed, red breasted

Dance in ritual mating.

The crocus' heads tilt

Seeking the warmth of day.

Treetops are tipped with trills,

Black capped tits flitter,

Their play a lively twitter!

Snow capped foliage peeks,

A radiant head momentarily freed

Bursts forth, a conduit

For a melted cape,

Which slips and quenches thirst;

To dress a new robe

Of exquisite colour and sheen;

The warmth of Winter's foliage

Now the most luxurious shades of green.

Insects, stirred from larval queens,

Surmount obstacles to gather.

To build momentum, a nest

From which new life will stream.

The world evolves, one day at a time;

Tidiness, orderly marked in evolution,

Activities geared to the development of species;

It is not only the ant that is industrious,

But Nature's occupants all will teem.

Birds, bountiful and beautiful,

Alive with colour, cry, in joy,

Sing out with music soft and shrill,

Give flight to freedom

In open air and clear sky;

Sail with clouds and fleeting breeze,

Their days spent at ease,

While Summer's warmth radiant shall beat,

A breath to uplift the canopy of life's journey.

1995 © Will George.