Aeolus’ leafy harp,

Strummed by the Breeze of Spring,

Unthaws the deepest snows

And melts all icy things.
Can Summer Breeze be far behind,

With welcome coolness in the night,

That soothes the heatedness of mind;

Is welcomed by All Humankind?
Or does he wait for drier leaves,

That glow in golden fading light,

Yet gives us warning of The Cold,

And of the coming Winter Nights?
James M. Kemp

May 29, 2021