Saturday, March 7, 2015

Elusive Spring



We cannot hurry spring along
     By writing dainty sonnets;
Nor will she quicken her approach
     To greet be-flowered bonnets.
The children of the earth may coax
     In accents strong and steady;
Fair spring will grant her presence here
     When she gets good and ready.

Nor will the auto painted fresh
     And bright for springtime touring,
Or light canoe upon the bank
     Or on the stream alluring,
Or e’en the signs “Keep Off the Grass”,
     The slightest bit affect her;
She will not hump herself because
     We want her and expect her.

The anxious housewife, broom in hand
     And head tied up, awaits her;
The baseball fan, who wants to dance
     And shout again berates her.
But she, elusive, fanciful,
     Holds off to chide and tease us;
She will not come a day too soon,
     Although she knows ‘twill please us.

We cannot hurry spring at all
     By songlets or by sonnets;
Nor will she hasten her approach
     To meet ye mammoth bonnets’
In fact we dread to have her see
     Such millenary gearing;
For fear that she might change her mind
     And cancel her appearing.



March 7, ‘09


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