Spring

Spring is tugging her first tendrils of tease,
The arrival of the seed catalogs taunt of warmer days,
Mrs. Robin has appeared only to shiver in the brisk, cold wind.

Enough, I say – enough!
Bring on the breezes of Spring,
Let me put away the winter’s wood,
The gloves, hats, scarves, and woolens.

Let me bring out the bulbs to plant,
The herbs to weed,
And the gardens to tend.

Oh, Spring, where for art thou?

Original by Diana Roof