What glory to find the first whipsers of Spring,
braving wind and chill!
Where shivering Robins defiantly sing
against the blackbirds’ shrill.
A flash of warmth though only brief,
the smell of grass and flowers
quell the din of Winter’s grief
with thoughts of Summer hours.
Hopes returned by flocking geese
through skies of our content.
We yearn for a kiss of Summer’s peace,
our eager souls near spent.
So carry on you birds of Spring,
who with your songs bring cheer.
Though Summer’s just a passing fling,
she haunts our minds all year.
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