Springtime is such a fleeting thing….
A wisp of song, a flash of wing,
White petals drifting in the night….
So fleeting and so sweet a thing,
It makes the earth-bound spirit sing.
It lifts a heart above despair
In thanks to God in Heaven where
All springs are made,
Cut to a pattern heaven-like,
That folks with feet of clay may know
A glimpse of Eden as they go
About their daily April tasks,
Comforted deeply ever-after
Remembering a brook’s clear laughter,
A wisp of bird song on the petaled air,
All of the beauty everywhere
Of God’s heart-warming, blue-gold,
Brief, sweet days of spring!