Poems (Kennedy)/Springtime

by Sara Beaumont Kennedy

For works with similar titles, see Springtime.

SPRINGTIME

THE willows glow gold in the sunlight,  The robins, a-wing,Spill out on the crystalline ether    The lyric of spring.There's a dream in the wind as it passes,    A spell in the haze,

For the year has come back to the season    Of do-nothing days.The grass is shot white with sweet clover    Like foam of green seas,Where glean the freebooters of pillage—    The vagabond bees.

There's a beckon for me in the shadows    That ripple the plain,A lure in the hide-and-seek sunshine,    A call in the rain.And in fancy I'm out on the hilltops,    All care left behind,

Answering the dare that is wafted    From gypsying wind;Or, prone on my back in the clover    Of meadow-sweet waysI lie—just a loafer and dreamer    These do-nothing days.