breaking of the springtime sun

The breaking of the springtime sun with robin’s song in air,

 

brings voices to the silence of the winter tree’s affair.

 

From water fall to babbling brook the ice has given way,

 

leaving a trail of new born life, where once the snow did lay.

 

The gusting wind with lion’s roar   arouse the forest’s sleep.

 

A stretch and yawn to greet the day   regeneration keep.

a Sunny Ode to ODEs

It’s a slow and crafty road

for a self-referring ode,
to speak the truth within humility.

To not let praise exceed

beyond factual need,
so as to maintain plausibility.

Deserving ode it does,

for centuries it was,
a gallant advocate for all but one.

It’s time credit is given

to Ode for noble livin’.
A moment for us all to say Well Done.

From the Mind of Ray W.

© 03/12/14