This little March snow
Soon must go.
And spring birds sing
Over tombs.
This Little March Snow
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Flowers in Springtime
Flowers in springtime
Bring to mind
A former springtime.
But I find
That my November,
And oncoming December
Haunt my mind.
In Flowering May
In flowering May
We little think
On Autumn grey
But our spring
Does not stay.
Spring
A young woman’s perfume
On a spring afternoon.
We guys vie, try
To impress.
Our grey
On her spring day.
A Cold Day in May
A cold day in May.
Where has the spring gone?
Yet, the flowers live on.
In Mid April
In mid April
The birds sing
And start
A rill
Of hope in my heart.
Surely this Covid thing
Will pass?
But, for now lad
And lass
Are glad
That birds still sing
In spring.
Bud
Sometimes I would
That the bud
Could stay
That way.
In spring
Birds sing
And buds, for an hour,
Flower.
There Was A Young Lady Called Ling
There was a young lady called Ling
With whom I had a fling.
My girlfriend Kate
Joined our date
In the midst of the budding spring.
There was a young lady called Ling
With whom I had a fling.
My girlfriend Kate
Whacked me with a plate.
Oh love, tis a painful thing!
Hibernation
It is cold.
Should I be bold
And go outside?
Or like a tortoise, hibernate?
I can not decide.
It is late
In the year.
A thought most drear
Does take
Hold .
Not all tortoises awake
From the cold.
I pray
For a spring day.
We Dance In A Ring
We dance in a ring
In spring
When the roses bloom
And little think on winter’s tomb.
We cavort
In the summer sun
With unstaid maid
And give but little thought
To how the deer does run
Towards the setting sun.
In autumn, when leaves fall
We recall
Life’s joys and gall
Ere winter makes a bed
For lover’s head.
K Morris - Poet 