Raise high the standard of spring!
Hold up the budded boughs,
As you stride through greening woods,
Your skirts lifted from a gold leaf floor.
See, dancing birds follow in your train,
While others circle overhead.
Hear grateful brooks herald your coming
And frogs sing a chorus of praise.
As you pass,
Bare branches still too proud to bow
Know that spring’s sap will soon
Force them, clothed, to their knees.
So, lift high the standard!
Winter, lay down your frosted arms,
And earth, yield again with joy,
That all might see and
Friday 1st May 2009,
Chickadee Lodge, St John River, New Brunswick.