Trumpets of the Spring

Another poem which needs to be posted while it's still in season.
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Trumpets of the Spring

Sing, You Trumpets of the Spring,
You welcome seasons warm,
Where bird and bug and beast return,
Paroled from Winter’s arms

Blow, You Trumpets of the Spring,
To North from blustery South,
With clean air fair, you toss my hair,
Refresh my stagnant heart

Dance, You Trumpets of the Spring,
In winds that dry night’s dew
Your blooms held high, by green leaves fly,
In place as Worlds turn new

Tempt, You Trumpets of the Spring,
With scents and pollens pure,
As humble bees attend to thee,
Your virtue is assured

Fade Now, Trumpets of the Spring,
With tears of April showers,
Your lovers have Tulips to kiss,
Don’t overstay your hour

Withdraw, You Trumpets of the Spring.
Stay shy of Summers flare,
From Fall which leaves us Winter’s chill
And turns the green Earth bare

Who is not dead, who does not live,
Within her Goddess’ womb?
Next Spring, she’ll birth you once again,
Dear Natures’ herald Flower.