The Sprites of Spring

The Sprites of Spring Call upon unearthly eyes, childhood rhymes and fields of poppies Like swaying dancers, jubilant for sun. Hark, Ye noble spirits of Spring Dwelling deep beneath February’s doleful ending.   Hold fast, Ye prodigal children of belief, see the Fairies of the Wind for Rustling, stretching, with giggles of naughty joy, The…