Gifts Of The Season's Bringing

Now a thousand waterfalls are singing
blue sky is ringing with the cries of birds.
Their words are gifts of the season's bringing.

Now calves and lambs run and play among the herds.
Their bleating's heard far over pasture and field
the season's yield on the husbandman conferred.

Now is starving winter by spring's nectars healed
treasure-troves revealed by bees winging.
See them clinging to the season's flowers unsealed.