Spring Ode

      For Keats

      

      The rain fell, and carried with it petals

      Which cover sidewalks, pavements wetted gray.

      The pigments, pink and yellow, boldly splayed

      Along the path, promote a stroll's abettal;  

      Each step and breath awakes one to one's mettle.

      For who can stay asleep at Spring's display,

      And worry on and wander on one's way--

      When blossoms, yet to bloom, remain unsettled?

      While one may forget the colors in one's wake--

      And stare in wonder at the leaves' aplomb,

      It seems the trees are banked upon a lake, 

      Their canopies, reflected in the calm.