See how Spring comes!
Not gentle but with welly
Overturning Winter's deadening hand
The lilac that winterwise
Served only to hold the bird feeders
Is decked in green
And swelling fit to burst!
I LOVE it, don't you
When it's a joy to walk in
The woods again, and even the most ancient of the beeches
Is putting out? And beneath, anenomes
Bluebells and violets spread a carpet
That I marvel at, and scarcely dare to tread
So beautiful, all of this, and
Ah! Yes! I am thrown back
Into the dream of youth when
SPRING was my only season.