Spring Fever. Poem by Fay Slimm

Sing SPRING, and feel the thrust of newborn thing.
Spring-warmed sun arouses earth,
Then blazons dormant trees to work.
Roots awake, and crawling, shyly nudge and shake each branch.
Soil breaks next, with rank on lush green rank of shoot.
And buds unfurl.
Colours zing, as blossoming life begins again
To sting old winters indolent sleep. Breathe this resurrection theme.
Sink this bursting spring-like dream deep to feed on all year through.
Then when summer dulls the sense of new and autumn carries sadness
On its wing, rouse remembered wonderment. Just sing SPRING.