
Image by Mircea Iancu from Pixabay
Mistress Springtime, how she shivers
Waiting for her chance – to return
Bringing daffodils and crocuses
Cold Winter’s wrath to spurn
But for now she is a captive
Locked in, by his icy chill
But her escape plan is active
She’s a lady of iron will
Mistress Springtime – soon a captive
No longer shall she be
But she will in time triumph
Frozen Winter, he will flee.
Padre
Oh, how I shall welcome the day
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