Carnival of Spring

A short verse I wrote today whilst observing Spring is on the way!

Carnival of Spring

Fog begs the limbs of jutting oak

For one last chance to cling

She’ll wrap around her winter cloak

Until green tongue of Spring

February fades, gives up her numb

New carnival is coming

A feast of life born crumb by crumb

I hear March drummers drumming

Each scream of warm scribbled on bark

Has one resounding message

“See light in every tunnel of dark

For time is but a passage”