Barely liquid, spitting Spring,
Clear, cold and wet, it clings...
This changeling Life that
Drenches hills and hollows,
Blackens bark in glistening sheen,
Brings mosses to a glowing green,
Shivers calves and lambs, newborn,
Melts the snow and frost, forlorn,
Fills ponds and lakes to overflow,
Erases muddied banks of dying snow.

Later, Summer moves at summer speed,
Urging throbbing plants to seed,
Bustling bees to waken work of flowers
Setting fruit with watering summer showers,
But Spring's cold rain moves buds to swell,
Ruffles robins where they quivering dwell,
Bares branches as they shake and tease,
Standing sleepily for sticky leaves.

So I must shiver out a few wet and chilly days,
Hold fast as Winter, grumbling, slow, demurs,
Knowing Spring's blustery, watery ways
Finesse the cold away and beckon Summer.