The Journey Of The Son Of Springtime
The Skies Above glitter with the coming of spring.
And it's arrival beckons the new and the old
to grow once more.
The Frost of Old Man Winter, all but forgotten, only a memory
as we look to the Son of Springtime.
It is a new birth, it is a new beginning.
Of Good things to come and the promise of Summer
We may spin is space, lost in time
and still the homefires burning
-Peter-
May6th, 2008