Spry green stems spring up
From earthen forest floors at last–
With young elastic vigor
From their warm and wet repast

Soggy, young, and smiling
They reach up to greet the world
In splendorous tenacity
From dreary months of cold

In their own time, these vernal,
Rather callow little stems
Will grow to be enormous,
Wizened bushes, trees or ferns

The earth has been replenished–
Sol has melted up the snow,
And with these puerile scions,
It’s spring again, we know.