Spring

Forward – with terror as we think
Of what could happen, on the brink
Of setting out on some new course –
Not ‘happen good’ – but ‘bad’, or ‘worse’.

Step into space – hold breath and plunge
Beneath cold waters, shock, then lunge
Towards the shelter of some rock;
The waters churn, soon we are tossed –

In eddies swift and frenzied foam;
Bashed on the rocks, past muskrat home –
What's that? Ah yes! These waters calm,
Where muskrats live without alarm.

The robin sings as dawn comes near,
It's cheerful song dispels my fear;
The ground warms up, prepared for seed
And crop of worms for robin feed

Another cycle starts these days,
As winter ends its restful ways;
Its discontent now in the past
New spring of hope is here at last.

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