Poetry

Suddenly the arrival of spring is not disguised
when wild flowers are blooming over the hills and dales
and the signs are suddenly everywhere
that live sometimes does astound.
 
There is heat coming back into the sun,
on the breeze is the fragrance of falling rain
and in the distance at times blue-white flashes roar
when the first fruit trees starts to flower.
 
In the whole world there is rejoicing
and where my life at a time was empty
You did also walk on the road ahead
and like spring Your works is in everything
when all of life in my maturity fits together
and continually buds out like spring.