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 it should be

As it always has been

And always will be