But She Will

 Thursday, our first day of spring did not win any popularity contests!

The weather worsened after I was home...

Spring, as of yet has not beget

What she is well known for

Of violet vales and emerald dales

And glad, sun-dappled floor

She has not spun from rain and sun

Those blossoms on the tree

Or teased to naught the frigid draught

Of winter revelries

But given time, this stricken clime

Of ice and sleet and snow

Will bear with joy the kind alloy

Of green and golden glow

And we know soon the afternoon

Will toss her sun-flecked lanes

Beneath our feet, though now a sheet

Of weary white remains

Spring has not brought forget-me-not

Tulip or daffodil

No garden-play or willow-sway

Or robins, but she will

© Janet Martin