Van Dusen Spring

Winter’s mantle has escaped
Before the blustery winds of spring
Now the forest grounds are draped
And the birds have all come back to sing
The grass has lost its coat of rust
And green shoots take their place
The frozen paths are turned to dust
The meadow’s in a state of grace
The rabbits are no longer white
The robins still are red
And we can walk in the evening light
And think of things unsaid
No time to sit inside and brood
The world is opening as it should