…..like the lamb,

with soft breezes

and cloudless skies, blue!

like the eyes of the Goddess

and a soft, wool blanket

to warm us

in the unexpected chill of a night

as March, sometimes, provides.

Then approaches Spring,

when we pause to listen

to cardinal and wren,

(none to soon!.) .. sing

blessings from our Universal Mother

who loves us like no other

and into the jangling noise of our bellicose world,

hurls her boon:

A gentling Summers peace

in a cool and shaded place.