A Lament for Spring
Oh Spring, Oh Spring,
Why hast thou left me?
‘Twas only yesterday that we enjoyed
The melody of Robin’s song.
Spring. You flowed with the morning wind
Carrying me through forest and pasture green
Even whilst You were fertile and ready to blossom.
And then in an instant, with one final push
You released Summer’s Pride, and passed.
Your offspring sounds an unanswered cry
All around you straw now golden brown
Stifling, stagnate is the air, no breath to disturb
For Spring runs no more; Spring is dead.
For You oh Spring, I weep.