I'll write thee a Sonnet of joy,not sad
painting flowers with notes a robin sings
if only on paper the heart beats glad
stir winter's cauldron with whispers of spring
Imagine a view of springtime's bouquet
hither and yon willows sway in cool breeze
grass now green their dancefloors,whence white snow lay
'neath auzure skies enchantment takes seize
O' that Spring's fragrance would flavor stale air
fresh fields of heather and lavender blue
O' that Winter's bare frost disappear
as fair scents enter with springtime's debut
'Alas time knows days and doth count each hour
'til, let's imagine Springtime's first flower