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?
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 hate mosquitoes, really do
And grubs and wasps and deer-flies too
But if you come, my Lady Spring
Along with blooms and birds on wing
I’ll try my best to gracious be
About the things that do bug me
And I shall greet you in the rain
And sing for you a spring refrain
And take the bad along with good
And walk along the cherry wood
Oh, Lady Spring, come back to me
So I can stroll my garden free
Of winter coat and freezing cold
While your great beauty I behold.
Photographs by Hamlin Grange
This poem is dedicated to my friends Mae, Jane and Muriel.
Cynthia Reyes 