My Ode To Spring Poem by Mark (Owen) Williams

I stopped in yonder garden meek to watch the lambs at play,
To rest a while my peace to seek and watch the buds in May.

The winter red now turns to green as snow becometh dew,
An infant lamb, a running stream, the joy rebirth anew.

The faded buds which wait for spring they hide their gifts away,
To flower now as nature brings in life as night turns day.

I speak of this my one desire to see the flowers bloom,
Let winter pass warm kindred fire once more to hear spring’s tune.

I ask myself who maketh spring that lets me love once more?
Who make the lamb, the robin sing, who make this nature’s law?

And then as if he heard my call, the wind it speak his name,
The Lord, your God, he maketh all and in his wonder came.

Just like a cloud, his love it graced my soul, my life, my heart,
And like a cloud cocooned white lace, his wonder did impart.

The spirit of this Earth renews such gifts that spring does bring,
Once more I watch the lambs at play and hear God’s robin sing.