Spring where the F are you
How can I work on my allotment when you tease us with rain and snow
The beast that comes and undoes and freezes
Stopping new growth in its foot steps
Making ground cold and hard
Outhouses burst pipes like a fountain held in suspended animation
And only to a robins delite
Winter a cruel mistress who just won’t quit
I yearn for my new love ! For the warmth of sun on my skin
For roses to bloom
And birds to sing
Spring
..... hurry the F up already

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