Tuesday, July 30, 2013

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!