My Call For Spring

My Call For Spring

Silver specks on a cold blizzard night
Dew cobwebs and flies wrapped up tight
Frozen water and hands that sting
But in April should it not be spring?

Hello to Hades, is your consort still there?
Come on Persephone return from his lair!
Hello Demeter, she will return soon
Heat up the earth. When will spring bloom?

No little flowers or light green buds
Just murky grey waters and soggy muds
All birds are mating as if it were spring
We’re still in winter. Who’s heard of such thing!