Spring, the Birthing of Hope
By Tim Kavi
little flowers
time to wake up again
little birds
sing your songs
the snow is melting
the rivers are flowing
becoming
great again
oh you who despaired
fly again
you who journeyed
climb again
driving to the centre
of all that is
is the greatness
of all existence
yours and mine
again and again
Spring is a flying
winged creature
of a nurturing universe
bringing life
where once
decay fell
nurturing the earth
out of this soil
troubles of birth
are forgotten
travailing souls
found again
in all mercies
of the coming Spring
