'Pale Spring' (for GBL)

A squirrel scolds,

I do not start,

daffodils

don't shout out loud,

the surly trees

refuse their part,

leaves

clenched tight

in buds ungiving,

know no joy

in love

or living;

A colder,

paler Spring,

since you depart,


the air warms slowly,

and the heart.

-jorge999 (April 2005)