Expectation

The gentle March rain

Fell softly at sunrise,

Each little drop

On the lilac tree

Calling,

Awake!  Don’t be late!

For the coming of

Spring.

The lilac tree stretched

From its wintertime slumber,

Each tiny spot

Touched by raindrops

Burst open,

Awake!  Don’t be late!

Cried the green buds of

Spring.

©Pamela Stead Jones 2011