The Gate Two

So suddenly a rainbow!

            It is the breath of Spring…

It thaws the frozen hinges

            And allows the gate to swing.

 

Like a phoenix from the ashes

            The rabbits roam the lawn.

The quail walk the garden

            The fear of dark is gone.

 

The eagles hunt the rivers

            They leave our shore alone,

It’s life in Technicolor

            No winter  sepiatone.

 

The seagull eggs are hatching

            Replacing numbers lost…

We cannot recall winter

            Or the heavy price it cost.

 

The driftwood is reshuffled

            In neat rows on the beach

A fawn naps under apple trees

            All soon within his reach.

 

The house last month a winter tomb

            Opens windows for a breeze,

While  Black Locust skeletons

            Animate with new green leaves.

 

Home safe from South America

             The humming bird returns

It is a short lived happiness

            The Winter spirit yearns…

 

Spring is short and temporary

            Unlocking the garden gates.

Winter is the weather king

            Like death it sits and waits.