Primavera

 

Streets paved with gold and angel-song

Seem right to me

When Earth goes wrong -

Elysium’s unspoiled delights

Can leaven sober-sided nights,

But when lace-whisperings of Spring

Publish their green-silk flowering

Then Heaven can wait -

Just let me be!

Earth gone right

Is Heaven enough for me.

 

The sketch is of my daughter, Chrissy, when she was about 5 years old.