Spring Spring

                                                   

                                                     Spring

   I never liked spring -

   Not that I enjoy holding exotic views,

   Or am a malcontent like the fabled Scrooge -

   My reserve is not a negative thing.

   The blossoming pear and yellow buttercup

   Are dear to me as all who love the season -

   I like the impressionist way the trees green up -

   If not for this, sorry would be my reason.

   The fact is on this beleagured globe -

   March - once here - summer looms ahead.

   Spring's become a passing flash on the road

   And summer a thing to dread.-

   Return the spring that begins in March and through May runs wild -

   Restore those bright June days and summers mild!