Sandra Shaffer Van Doren

Hymn to Spring, with Seven-Fold Amen   The moon and the stars glide more quickly through night, now that sun has insisted on earlier light, which wakens the birds whose matutinal song is a paean exulting that dark's at last gone. Sing praises, sing praises, for spring has returned! Glory, amen and amen! From earth and from branches sprout leaflets in green so brand new it's as though it had never been seen before in the world, and in myriad…