Lady Spring

There is no lady quite like you

You flaunt earth’s purest green and blue

You wear an apple-blossom crown

And flare your dandelion gown

There is no lady quite as fair

As she with lilacs in her hair

And stately tulips round her feet

Where soil and toil and wonder meet

There is no lady quite as dear

As she with petals in her tear

Earth laughs to see her dance and sing

Across the land; fair Lady Spring

© Janet Martin