Springtime, When Blossoms Dance

Spring! Christyl Rivers,

The turkey hen is hunkered down,
Deep in velvet grass, new-grown
Still as stone, she guards her brood,
The tousling breeze is chill, and rude

Springtime. On blue, puff clouds waltz,
Sunbeams dance, orange blossoms toss,
The flowers are perfume, fresh and rare,
A scarlet cardinal is debonair

Trying to steal this splendor, for future mind,
I lower my head, feeling unrefined,
As a member of a sinful race,
I can’t believe that we deserve this place