Years Have Sped By

Poems

An Early Spring Morning

(Dedicated to my son, Norman)

Good morning to you my day

So fresh and new,

I hug you close to me

In the air, so gloriously free! . . .

 

The birds chirp in the boughs,

Their tiny heads to the flowers incline . . .

From high overhead come sweet melodies

That reach this heart of mine!

 

Birds cast shadows on the trees.

Lying o'er the garden beds spread . . .

The lawns have turned freshly green,

As if spring roused them from their beds.

 

Young flow'rets,

All in yellow bloom

Burst forth their best . . .

Herald spring's arrival, --

Of so much joy, possessed!

 

And the roses -- in heavenly hues --

So wondrous -- row on row . . .

In the spring -- triumphantly

Parading now! . . .

 

Flow'rets, so young -- in uniform vari-colored,

Green grass -- velvety, soft as down . . .

Oh, dear G-d! They ought not to be

Trodden upon . . .

Nothing must disturb the symphony!

 

High aloft fly all the birds,

Their musical chords echoing . . .

In the air, sweet tunes are heard,

They reach deep into my being! . . .

 

And the sky, in brightest blue . . .

The sun warms, and gives delight!

Shining brilliantly -- as if new, -- --

While a warm wind blows and caresses you! . .