Another Spring Sonnet.

.....Presented without comment:

In streams of colours ribbons gaily danced.
The patterns spelled all with contented joy.
Their smiles in witness to their souls entranced.
As fluttering cloth teased with gestures coy.

The circle spins about the tree of life.
Silk streamers marching now in practiced gait.
They step up and down seemingly in strife.
The intricate moves coalesce to mate.

Emerging from warm, soft cocoon at last.
The sweet spring sap will flow throughout the trunk.
Bright fragrant buds from reaching limbs are cast.
Springs bounty water clean is keenly drunk.

Life's ecstacy is joyfully unbound
As circle's sweet beginning is now found.

.....Aaron / Arontius.