The Harbinger of Spring

Spring is here

I met the Lord of Spring

Cloaked in spotted red

Upon my window sill, he's still

Stretching from his bed

They trumpet for his return

The birds, forgetting slumber

With their song, the young grow strong

And multiply in number

Heaven, in catharsis,

Washes away the dreary

To start anew, as Spring should do

Invigorate the weary

Long are the days of Winter

Endless is the night

Renewal springs from ladybug wings

And a tunnel's ending light