In Spring-time

In Spring-time
the raven wrens,
and wrens rave,
sing odes to winter gone by.
Written in brambles,
preamble ambles,
elongated prose poses
as poetry in the posies.
In bloom, marigolds,
merry and golden,
guilt us into a walk,
tousled hair harumphs
at the passing breeze.
Pacing the trail
over puddles of snowmelt,
facing the trial
of muddy rainpelt,
outside, we triumph.