Wretched crocus, perfidious flower
daffodil, now is not the hour.
where is the howling wind and cracking snow
where the biting breeze and glacial foe?
splashing through puddles reflecting naked trees
go away warm zephyrs and scented breeze.
spindly twigs and mistletoe
by Your sweet breathe all must go
spring comes creeping in to suspect glee
faulty joy rising through the heart
to hide the hour when we all depart.
L, Ivison 2026 copyright
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