Prompted by Poet's Place Cafe

Revival

Revival

The pregnant clouds weep
hesitant tears, a last nod
to Winter's goodbye.
The planet's off and on moods
on whim blowing hot and cold,
once wet and now dry,
ushering in the repeat
of Spring's revival,
round and round and round we go.
                    ~~Judi Van Gorder

Inspired by "Form of the week: Oriental Octet"  
Verse Form Oriental Octet