Day 27: Spring (a sestina)

And so we come at last to Spring

When trees fairly burst into blossom –

When color returns to the world, to play

With shape, and form, and scent and light

With a call to our senses – Awake, awake!

Take joy in the budding young season!

No doubt this is a welcome season,

When nascent life to sun does spring

And all the world seems wide awake

At last! And hope begins to blossom.

Each day brings to the earth more light,

Kids beg to stay out late to play.

Each creature, each plant, is a part of The Play

Of Life – it takes place every season

Across the world, as sure as the light

Returns to the land in the Spring.

Touch each tree, praise every blossom –

Only then are you truly awake.

Awake to the full force of springtime, awake!

You, too, can act in this Play.

You, too, can allow your whole being to blossom,

No matter the time or the season.

Hop to it, come dance, put some step in your Spring!

And of your cares and woes make light.

For there will always be shadow to counter the light –

At times in the dark we all lie awake.

Spring won’t cure that, but here is the thing about Spring –

It’s a time for wild abandon, for play!

So go with the flow and trust in the season –

If you let it, it will help you to blossom.

So take the promise of each blossom

And hold it to the light.

Make it yours, keep it close in every season –

Keep that faith, both asleep and awake.

Then, though each season enacts its own Play,

You’ll carry within you perennial Spring.

The trees are in blossom, the bees are awake,

The light and the heat and the breeze are at play –

So tip your hat to the season, and give thanks for Spring!