Lady Spring Poem

Don’t tell Spring a secret if you wish to keep it so.

Even her buried treasure cannot help but grow.

After winter’s hush and hiss, she’s destined to be

A little of a tattletale and share in what she please.  

Fate dictates you cannot begrudge of her fun.

For the charms of her atonement, one always succumbs.

She holds court in the garden.

She crests in the rain.

The bees gossip with her flowers.

The sun calls on her most days.

She loves to flirt and tease him as she does us all.

Yet one would suffer her abuse yearlong for a visit stalled.

Only fools would chain a spirit. Thereby we keep her free.

Nonetheless, the lady tarries in our fantasies.

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  1. Is it possible to crave a season? Somehow that is how I feel when I read this poem. I crave the fragrance of spring rain and hyacinths. The gentle climate is the best of the year.

    1. ‘Tis wholly possible to crave a season. With great anticipation we wait. Though it be quite infuriating at times, spring always rewards with color and sunshine and mirth.

  2. I have had this picture for years always wondering if she had a name….But to be as blessed to revive a Poem as well, breathtaking….ty

  3. Wonderful thoughts, ah Spring my favourite season everything bursting into new bud with new hopes and new beginnings before the Summer days ahead.

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