Spring, Why Must You Be Shy?
4/4/13
Spring, why must you be shy
to show your face again?
This rain is dim, dreary, dull
it's sinking too deeply in.
Grey, ash, stone, and slate,
oh, Spring, where are your blues?
My soul longs, yearns for such
please come and paint your hues.
Our soil is tilled, rocks dug out
the weeds are ripped and pruned.
We're beat and worn and longing for
the blooms and fruit of June.
While we wait, we'll sit and watch
the hands of time go by.
We'll barely notice your subtle arrival
a sunrise sneaking into the sky.
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