My Lady Spring, I must confess
Your absence causes great distress
Why does it take so long for thee
To come back here and stay with me?
Mallard on Wing
The sun shines brightly on the land
But winter makes its own last stand
At least I thought it was the last
Till winter whispered “not so fast!”
The tips of future tulip flowers
Came out expecting springtime showers
Then came a blast of wicked cold
And tulip shrank back in its fold.
Our Lady Spring, we need you so
Oh Lady Spring, where did you go?
Come back, relieve our suffering
And I will make this offering
No more complaints of rain and fog
No more complaints that we can’t jog
We’ll gladly tolerate the bugs
We’ll stand outside and give them hugs
Oh gosh, I just read what I wrote
I take it back, that buggy quote
I…
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I enjoy your poetry Cynthia. And totally agree with the sentiments, including hesitation on the bugs, but I guess they come with warm weather. 🙂
to spring adventures
I am sure Spring will heed your voice and come springing forth.
I really liked this poem, and the pictures. I understand those feelings, too. I think we are experiencing warmer temperatures here where I live in the Southern part of the United States.
Blessings,
Theresa
LOL … yes, I would take back that buggy quote too Cynthia! 🙂
I am hoping for spring for you Cynthia! Spring started here a few weeks ago but got hit with a late hard frost, so we are now finally getting flowers blooming! Love your poem and pictures! 🙂
Chuckling and delighting in the fickleness of your buggy devotion… Was just musing yesterday: is this bawdy shade of green to be named Cheap Hooker Green or Regal Green? Such calling attention to herself our local earth is doing right now.
You’re a witty bad girl, Aggie. I think Cheap Hooker Green has to win, hands down, don’t you?
The fresh green is such a wonderful thing. No wonder the Italians call Spring ‘La Primavera’, or ‘first green’.
Love getting such a compliment from queen of the bad ‘uns. haha, she’s still with us, and hope she visits you soon!
Spring is definitely hearing your call, along with the first of the bugs 🙂
Sorry ’bout dem bugs!
Love this poem. The pop of humor reminds me of the ridiculous promises we make out of desperation.
Another fabulous and inspiring post 🙂
Thank you, Chasidy. Glad you like it.