Ode to a Spring Day

Shall you be liken'd to a summer's day?

No; y’are no long golden span of hours,

Abuzz with golden bees on jewel like flowers,

Silence scarcely broken by their song,

Caress’d by gentle Zephyr, bath’d in light;

Rather, your nature is a bright spring day,

Flashing ev’ry hour in new light,

Some dim, some bright, some few in between,

One moment hot, next cold, forever chang’d;

New butterflies breaking from cocoons

To shake wings dry and mount the airy height,

Juncos, finches, hummingbirds aloft,

Their bills with nest-stuff streaming in their wakes;

New leaves freshly fledging from their twigs,

Poppies spreading, gilding the chartreuse hills;

Cubs, kittens, children, and young birds

Wide-eyed gazing at the reborn Earth,

While high above, Vega and Altaïr

And Deneb, third, the Summer-dance rejoin,

Arcturus slowly rises, and the Moon

Blushes across its ivory-bright crust

At the sight of the year return’d to keep its trust.