Someone Is Coming

Someone is coming

Over the hill,

Golden her laughter

As wild daffodil.

Someone comes dancing

Over the land

A lithe catkinned willow

The wand in her hand.

Someone who waited

For winter to pass

Is singing her name

In rain on the grass.

Someone delightful

Advances we know

For in her footprints

The violets grow.

Rinsed by a shower,

His flute crystal-clear,

A glad lark is calling,

"April is here!"