Time for a poem on Spring taken from the Jack Quinn book of poems entitled
"THROUGH A SMALL WINDOW".

SPRING

SLEEPING EARTH
WEARY OF THE WINTER
POKED AWAKE
BY THE FRESH FINGER
OF SPRIGHTLY SPRING
CASCADE EMBARRASSED TREES
WITH SHOWERS OF GREEN
AND RANDOM SCATTER
A CONFETTI OF FLOWERS
TO MAKE A DANCING BOARD
FOR A SKITTISH SUN
BIRDS ARE BUSY
WITH FERRIED TWIGS
AND THE FARMER
YOKES THE HARVEST.