Gray morning, the last dawning
of this long winter,
from across the water, the sound
of clear silvered piping-
Spring progresses slowly
with her troop
of minstrel robins.
She is wreathed in yellow
forsythia,
fresh and tender,
early buds of warming sun.
Her delight,
the laughter of tulips
and the bashfulness of daffodils,
Spring smiles
and blossoms.