Oh Spring, when will you raise your shining face
And waive away the darkness with a smile?
The wintry nights and mornings chill my soul
And trees with limbs unclothed do not beguile
My senses any more; their fallen robes
In sodden heaps the sleeping earth defiles.
As glowering from the heavens, leaden clouds
Their progeny release, to fall below
On shoppers, trudging home with laden bags,
Who run for shelter from the stinging blows
That fall, like poisoned darts to nip their skin
With drops of rain as cold as winter’s snow.
I search the cheerless landscape for a sign –
Of shining hyacinth or bright jonquil –
I long to smell the fragrant cherry blooms –
And dream of scented heather in the hills;
Ah where does sweet narcissus bow his head?
Oh where the dancing cloud of daffodils?
Oh let my skin be kissed with Lugh’s bright ray
And gentle breezes blowing from the West;
For winter tarries long within our Isles
And flirty birds grow eager for their nests.
Awake Demeter, wave your springtime wand
And raise your sleeping seedlings from their rest
And we, with gladdened hearts of joy will sing
And welcome the awakening of Spring!
Freespirit © 2006