The Wind Of Spring

    The wind that breathes of columbines
    And celandines that crowd the rocks;
    That shakes the balsam of the pines
    With laughter from his airy locks,
    Stops at my city door and knocks.

    He calls me far a-forest, where
    The twin-leaf and the blood-root bloom;
    And, circled by the amber air,
    Life sits with beauty and perfume
    Weaving the new web of her loom.

    He calls me where the waters run
    Through fronding ferns where wades the hern;
    And, sparkling in the equal sun,
    Song leans above her brimming urn,
    And dreams the dreams that love shall learn.

    The wind has summoned, and I go:
    To read God's meaning in each line
    The wildflowers write; and, walking slow,
    God's purpose, of which song is sign,
    The wind's great, gusty hand in mine.

(Public Domain Poetry - The Wind Of Spring by Madison Julius Cawein)