Winters quandary
Nagging at spring
Who knew the fury
Springs snubs could bring
Not the wing, nor the bough
For these would shake
Snap and sting
When winter was rebuffed
By spring
Spring who loved summer
But winter not, and spring
Had no idea the fury he’d bring
Had she only known
How subtle her let down
Of poor winter would be
But she didn’t
And he came with a madness
Freezing rain on everything!
Howling through the night
With a chill
None could flee
He fiercely took out house, bough and tree
And covered in ice everything
In his maniacal spree
Then did the fury of his winds blow
To add to the misery
Now laughing and lost in his madness
He let go three feet of snow
On the already besot down below
Till spring ran up and courted his mind
Then he settled
As if from a dream
And cried
What have I done,
What tempest has come?
None but your own
My frosty king
Said spring
But give me a chance
And I’ll right these wrongs
You mindlessly unleashed
For that is my job
That’s why they call me spring
His countenance softened
That’s why I love you so
Cannot you love me?
Ohhhh but I do!
For without you
I cannot be
And the earth rejoice
In what’s next to be
Without you
We would all perish
In absolute apathy
When would the birds know when to breed?
How would the flowers know when to seed?
Winter sat back
And thought about that
Spring, he said
My dearest daughter
It’s your turn to go
And start the flowers
And she did
As she always has
While winter slept
As is correct