Years Have Sped By

Poems

Springtime

My heart restively pines

for youthful springtime days . . .

My saddened silence seeks

to tread a new pathway.

 

My song a hope has sown,

in the radience of the morn.

My lungs have deeply breathed their fill

of joy from fragrant flowers' bloom.

 

I greet, in song, the greening grass,

and bless proudly awakened flower;

Give to all their separate praise . . .

and sing to the earth-of its wonder.

 

The blustery wind vents its rage, full strength;

tears off, here and there, some stubborn leaves . . .

The trees smile with fresh new growth,

that will give us the joy of their shade.

 

Leaves, gently swaying,

rustling, murmuring softly,

Mindful of Jews praying . . .

since ancient days gone by!

 

Deeply absorbing the rain,

the earth grows soft and warm again.

Humankind, the seed has planted,

and nourishing food has thus prepared.

 

Quietly engaged in prayer earnest,

the corn blossoms -- --

the wheat thrives . . .

And the beets and carrots, too,

will ripen soon for you.

 

Most fair and sunny morning,

gladdened by the springtime air . . .

Fresh flowers, newly blooming,

Birds singing freely everywhere! . . .