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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