© Ludmila
Spring is here again
to unfreeze the the earth and trees,
to let the birds sing.
Wind whispers to world
Trees waving branches with him,
willing to listen.
Spring is in full bloom,
memory of beginnings
in each blade of grass.
On a flat rooftop
raindrops are learning to dance
with happy chit chat.
© Ludmila
If I might see another Spring,
I’d not plant summer flowers and wait:
I’d have my crocuses at once,
My leafless pink mezereons,
My chill-veined snowdrops, choicer yet
My white or azure-violet,
Leaf-nested primrose; anything
To blow at once, not late.
If I might see another Spring,
I’d listen to the daylight birds
That build their nests and pair and sing,
Nor wait for mateless nightingale;
I’d listen to the lusty herds,
The ewes with lambs as white as snow,
I’d find out music in the hail
And all the winds that blow.
If I might see another Spring -
Oh stinging comment on my past
That all my past results in "if" -
If I might see another Spring,
I’d laugh to-day, to-day is brief;
I would not wait for anything:
I’d use to-day that cannot last
Be glad to-day and sing.
Christina Rossetti
