Springtime Will Come.
By Rita Croft
Daffodils, crocuses, tulips and primroses,
Buds bursting forth everywhere.
This new life thatís growing
Is gradually showing
That springtime is now in the air
And look! In my garden
Just there, on the edge
Peeping from under my thick, leafy hedge
Some delicate violets with soft purple hue
I thought they had died
But theyíre flowering anew.
But, do you remember how two weeks ago
The winter crept back with a fresh fall of snow?
Was spring now deceiving us
Suddenly leaving us?
Was she not ready to stay?
Would flowers survive?
Would new plants now thrive?
What caused her to shrink right away?
Oh, winter and spring Ė you frolic together,
Conspire with each other to mix up our weather.
It doesnít amuse us
You trick and confuse us
Itís warm then itís chilly
Your antics seem silly,
We put away gloves and scarves in the drawer
Then winter sneaks back
And we need them once more!
But winter and spring
Have now stopped conspiring
They no longer frolic
For winterís retiring
He no longer wishes to tease and to jest
His strength has subsided
Heís ready to rest.
Heís handed the throne
To springtime alone
And she like a Queen with grace and with beauty
Will show us sheís ready to take on her duty
To bring forth more flowers
And dress up the trees
With sweet- scented blossom
Which floats on the breeze.
So, lift up your voice and let your heart sing
And praise with elation the splendour or Spring!