A fresh wind shall blow, 

devoid of the snow, 

rejoicing the free ones,

 with flowers to lead them

To sway….

Mixing fresh colors with May.

Hearts that are tuned

To the music of color

will sway with the waves of fresh Light.

Joining their heartbeat 

And songs of delight

That winter is past;

the dew on the grass. 

And now we can grasp

Being lighter, 

In dress,

 and in hope.

For long nights are gone 

And birds know the song

That welcomes the dawn…. 

 Leading on.

Carol Bo Howell

Warwick