Spring Dawning (Poem)

Can you tell it's Spring
when waters gurgling amid
white washed limestone
usher forth a cascade
of bird singing,

when the lengthened days
suddenly appear and the
evening sky is tainted
with that pale warm
familiar blue, a welcome
forbearer of summer.

Yet snow tops Partry peaks,
ghostly gray trees are
shrouded in dusk mist,
winter throwing out it's
last efforts into these
warming days.

But it must retreat as
lambs dance joyfully
on the hillsides, new
and young like the year.