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