Annual Meeting

Insistently the wind calls, "Come"
As it tugs and points the way,
With its breath as warm as the heart of Spring
At the dawn of a gypsy day.

A meadow lark, from the green-brown fields,
Flings forth infectious song
That mounts to a theme of fraternity,
Clear and free and strong.

My thoughts and I go out with the wind
To the lonely lift of the hills,
Where faith is renewed this once again
In a tryst that Spring fulfills.