Spring?
by Anna Alexander

Spring that capricious lass
With tentative toe touched the dry brown grass.
Finding no one to stop her path
Trailing gossamer garments filled with southern breezes
She skipped North with winter still upon us.
Seducing trees in winter garb.
Confused they brought forth buds
Swollen by her siren’s touch.
Proudly displayed before their time,
In January when the earth was cold and still,
The beauty meant for May.
Alas she led them all astray!
Danced among them, teased their branches bare.
Whispered promises she could not keep.
When Winter shook his frigid fist
She shook her golden head of hair
Scampered South to hide her face.
Now when she should be here
She loiters on southern beaches.
The early buds wither and die,
Shiver in the frosted air.
Wonder what happened to that sassy lass
Whose guile their best efforts failed
To captivate, Whose smile they welcomed.
Where is she now ? That False Spring?
When March has almost gone away ?
Will April bring her back to stay
Or will Winter linger still awhile?

anna alexander
3/27/99
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