Okay, I will have to admit that Christmas
Has only just come and gone
Why, we haven’t even had New Years Eve
We have not sung that famous song.
But on facebook I feel so sorry for folks
That can hardly get out of their house
Because the snow fell day after day
Outside it is as quiet as a little mouse.
It isn’t me that is suffering so, oh no
For I am doing just fine
But if only time would just speed along
Happiness would be yours and yes, mine.
Let’s say that spring is around the corner
I think we will feel much better, it’s true
Pretend that we see and smell those flowers
Then life will be perfect for you! — Marilyn Lott
It stitches into the thin
Cloth of earth. In,
In, in, in.
Oh, the wind has often sewed with me.
One, two, three.
Spring must have fine things
To wear like other springs.
Of silken green the grass must be
Embroidered. One and two and three.
Then every crocus must be made
So subtly as to seem afraid
Of lifting colour from the ground;
And after crocuses the round
Heads of tulips, and all the fair
Intricate garb that Spring will wear.
The wind must sew with needles of rain,
With shining needles of rain,
Stitching into the thin
Cloth of earth, in,
In, in, in,
For all the springs of futurity.
One, two, three.