Spring-dreamin'

There, pillowed ‘neath the wooing wind

Fair spring has spread her floral dress

And we, hungry for her caress

Leave winter-weary woes behind

The dreamer of a thousand dreams

Is enticed to forsake his lust

Of garbled this and that; this dust

Is sweeter than thought’s phantom streams

The tyrant that growled grimly by

Our door in vexatious dissent

Has left his shivering lament

To amble from a bluer sky

And dimly now we might recall

The cut-throat gale and ice-travail

But we are drunk on perfumed ale

Of apple-bloom and lilac-shawl

While pillowed on a wooing cot

Of grass-whisper ‘neath new-born leaf

The weariness of winter-grief

Slumbers in cradles long-forgot

© Janet Martin