The end of saving daylight hours <br />The sound of starlings on the wing <br />The nodding heads of yellow flowers <br />This is the bright new song of Spring. <br /> <br />Those birds that sing at break of day <br />The robin with his breast so red <br />I only wish they’d go away <br />Before I shoot the whole flock dead <br /> <br /> The gentle sun shines down so bright <br />To warm the earth and hidden seed <br />And to the gardener’s ‘delight’ <br />It quickens the pernicious weed. <br /> <br />I know that once that sun comes out <br />My life becomes eternal toil <br />There’s not a shadow of a doubt <br />I’ll have to double dig the soil. <br /> <br />This sombre mood won’t go away <br />For certain things must come to pass <br />And long before the buds of May <br />I’m out there cutting endless grass. <br /> <br />This time of year was meant for youth <br />That Love’s sweet song may sweetly sing <br />But if you want to know the truth <br />I absolutely hate the Spring.<br /><br />Thomas Vaughan Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-song-17/
