Spring's Come-back

*Now that the winter’s gone

The earth renews its zest

Flaunting her floral gown

Of fragrant blossom-dress

The rigor of its chill

Softens on zephyr-tongue

As over wood and hill

Rolls April’s luring song

Come; fling aside your woe

And winter’s binding shroud

The violet rivers flow

Beneath spring’s little cloud

Come; lay aside your grief

The heart cannot resist

The tide of budding leaf

And daffodil, sun-kissed

Now that the winter’s o’er

We dare to dream anew

To plant and hope once more

On spring’s fresh avenue

© Janet Martin

Written for-

NaPoWriMo giving us permission today to steal a line from a favorite poem...
and for Poetic Bloomings: Prompt; Making a Comeback~

The Spring

 *Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost
Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost
Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream
Upon the silver lake or crystal stream;
But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth,
And makes it tender; gives a sacred birth
To the dead swallow; wakes in hollow tree
The drowsy cuckoo and the humble-bee.
Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring
In triumph to the world the youthful spring.
The valleys, hills, and woods in rich array
Welcome the coming of the long'd-for May.
Now all things smile; only my love doth lour;
Nor hath the scalding noonday sun the power
To melt that marble ice, which still doth hold
Her heart congeal'd, and makes her pity cold.
The ox, which lately did for shelter fly
Into the stall, doth now securely lie
In open fields; and love no more is made
By the fireside, but in the cooler shade
Amyntas now doth with his Chloris sleep
Under a sycamore, and all things keep
Time with the season; only she doth carry
June in her eyes, in her heart January. 

Thomas Carew