Spring’s Answer

by Sarah Martin

An angry Blast came blowing from the arctic;
He paused when Earth returned a soft reply.
The trees a-swell with baby buds smiled lightly,
The freshets chuckled ballads blithe and sprightly,
The peepers tuned a merry chorus nightly—
Thus did the Earth persuade him to comply.
So he subsided into dancing mist
Where pearly raindrops played and sunbeams kissed.


Sarah lives in the rocks and trees of cottage country, where she loves family, words, old books and buildings, and light in all its forms.


Photography by Kenneth Godoy

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