Spring Poem No. I
Bare-footed and bare-armed, through dappled light,
Bright big daffodils flash for wide blue sight.
The batches of flowers, imbibed with green,
Hold hallucinating colors seldom here seen.
A tiger lily,
The meadow of elms and heather.
And lilacs gather
In the sunshine and warm weather.
Life is lilting and asphodel all round,
Lithe new creatures are vernal and unbound.
The maples murmur of past months' chagrin,
Glad to forget, fast to begin again.