Spring
She was dressed
in moonlight,
swathed in stars
and walked across
the garden cold,
For Spring she wore
and spring she was,
robed in April
and early morning gold,
and though the frost
was deep,
the stars bright,
and the first calls
of life did sing,
winter turned again
towards the east,
and snow with ice
he promised to bring,
but the wind whispered,
the flowers nodded,
the river chuckled,
and the sky
grew brighter still,
so winter grumbled
in thunder across
the heavens above,
the clouds gathered,
pressed and stormed
in rain, hail
and lightening shrill,
for winter, his time
had come to depart
and sleep
long and deep
beside the earth,
in shadows, late
to leave the spring
with the forget-me-not
of his love
to keep.
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