Winter Go Away

                         Spring

Mornings of green grass covered with dew

Soft fragrant breezes and skies of blue
Butterflies, pansies of startling hue
These are the memories I always choose
When winter lingers and slyly coos
That she’ll never leave, she’s such a shrew.

March I believed every word she said

April was sad, many tears we shed
Then May arrived and my faith was fed
with visions of beauty filling my head.
Winter tried hard to fill me with dread
but Spring came and lined my flower bed.

Ah, spring, would I have loved you as well

had I never known cold winter’s knell
announcing outside this self-made  cell
(I call retreat) and to all that dwell
in the Snow Queen’s wintery icy spell.
I’d love you not so well, truth to tell.