Spring
In the bloom of spring,
When the air is plump
With sweet pollen,
I walk through the fields
Where blossoms unfold.
Petal soft, whispering
To the breezes –
For here life stirs,
And somewhere far-off
Voices of children
Chime in laughter,
A symphony with
The cuckoo and the bee.
I pause startled,
For it is here I find
A moment beyond
The rush of the world -
A tender heart
In the embrace of peace.

• Christopher Isherwood