Spring 2012

These successive warm days in the Northeast are wonderful.


In The Air
© 2012 Rolland G. Smith


The ache of spring is in the air
No more the chill of winter’s fare.
I see it in the buds of trees
Whose pokes from ‘neath the bark do please.

For me there's sadness in each spring
When birth and growth cannot re-bring
The energy of parted souls
Whose lives we shared with gentle strolls.

But then I know, I truly know
That life forever keeps its glow,
for when complete and form's away
The spirit laughs and plays the play.

We who stay must understand
That short or long life’s ever grand,
And ceases not despite the shift
of back and fourth in cosmic drift.

But back to spring and its rebirth
With life profound from sentient earth.
Both warmth and light do bright the stage
Releasing all from winter’s cage.