By John McLeod

The breath of Spring
Lifting on wings that feel
The pulse of Life
Hope that will bring
A sense of 'real'
After the shadowy, wintry days
Now gone....

The dawn's first whispering
Of gentle birdsong 'wakening
To splendid day,
The heart takes wing
And soars majestically
On freedom's way....

What joy indeed!
The poet in me
Rejoices midst the gentle need
To happy be....
And counts his blessings!