Comes Spring Again

Concentric nature begins anew
The eternal cycle.
Pulsating, throbbing life blood
Creeps upward into bare branches.
Soon now the restful browns of willows
In a thousand country lanes
Will quicken into disquieting greens
Of new life, and the whole earth will throb
Beneath the warm impetus of the primal urge.

Yesterday two sparrows
Perched in an old locust tree
Near a frowsy last year's nest
And made vociferous holiday;
Today carpenters in the next block
Are building the foundation forms
For a new home.