After lonely years of heartless treason <br />Spring crept round again this season; <br />The daffodils sprung from the earth <br />And mocked the snow with nodding mirth; <br />They bobbed about with yellow heads <br />And danced above their snowy beds; <br />The crocuses against the fence <br />Suggested love might recommence; <br />Its’ purple-white thrusting flower <br />Denying death its mortal power; <br />Chill sun above my plot of garden, <br />Grant me yet an exile’s pardon; <br />Consider now my debt as paid <br />Since both of us knew love betrayed; <br />Pale breath of winter’s faltering breeze <br />Dares shake the buds beneath bare trees<br /><br />David McLansky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-341/
