A Spring of Note

There is, set on it’s edge,
not far from where I sit
a patch of spring, waiting to begin.

And I, who have been so long at winter,
have prayed for such a beginning;
A brand new chance and better start
at learning how the grass is green

so I note down the fringes,
and wait impatiently for the fullness to come.
Because you are the rose’s petals
and bear the roses thorns.

But beauty, oh, wondrous beauty,
that will come with all of spring!
And rejoice, oh my heart,
for not far from where you are waiting,
the world is turning green!