A Little Less Time

The springtime comes while the beating drums trace the redwing blackbird's song

A little less time, to stand in line on the border between right and wrong

The daisies bloom and tulips loom in the warm bright April sun

A little less time for making time, because the race is over and done

The mockingbird watches sparrow herd around a chimney lined with soot

A little more rain upon the window pane puts a puddle on the roof

The groundhog breathes; the willow's leaves, and buds on a hanging branch

A little less time for making love, my God it must be time to dance

My grandfather's clock finally stopped

His spring has finally sprung