Short spring, how do I long for you to stay!
Gone quick to yield the dead so far in year.
First bird in song, for love it sings relay,
For you I hear, I ask you soothe my ear.
Young life, your time returns, begins anew,
Impress the world, expectations exceed,
Your shivers absent, vibrancy is due,
Only you to attend my eye I plead.
I dread the leaf of falling, swaying as waves,
Careening side to side as ground caress
And cold receives the life that leaf it saves
To dry against unnatural brisk mess.
For I do know and do rejoice your turn,
It will be bringing more: worry sojourn.