Lions and Lambs of Spring

The lion roared last night

His wind of fury burned the ice away

The lion roared and rain

Poured down on me.

All quiet, lamb

Of comfort rest and peace

The gray sky cleared to pale and wooly fleece

Then white as lambs’ wool was

The morning’s ice

To frighten me.

Lion and lamb

Have battled hard this spring

Tooth caught in wool

And claw in slippery paw they’ll bring

Mixed blessing and mixed weather

To the land

And warmth

Eventually.