Primavera

The kitchen window, tapped by rays 
The little wrens, come out, come out! 
Long since we’ve seen better days 
It must be Spring about 

Waves of promise, buds of new 
Unbashful in their greeting 
Take their spaces, claim their due 
And Winter is retreating 

Wash the linen, move the dust 
Wipe each and every speck and smear 
Host this guest with luscious trust 
– they come just once a year.