The Call of Spring ~

He calls to me _ I know it now 
  that bird with cheery song 
to let my duties wait awhile   
  and come _ the day is long.
He's telling me it's springtime 
  there are violets in the wood.
I feel I can't refuse to go 
  I don't see how I could!

Out where the shadowy vistas are 
  aglow with sunshine Gold 
the forest flowers are carpeting 
  the spongy _ leafy mold.
Oh! _ I must see it all again
  and hear the brooklets sing!
I cannot still this heart of mine 
  for it is answering spring!

(Photo is from springtime last year
 this is my neighbor's yard.)