Spring's Folly

There is no boon in Spring,
In the way the birds sing,
Or in flowers that bloom.

 

The season of treason,
And Pregnant affliction
The season of rebirth.

 

Winter, there’s a beauty,
In weather’s agony,
And all is a ghost white.

 

Knowing the sun will rise,
Rise over cold demise,
That is total beauty.

 

Though Baldur sings in spring,
I will hear no such thing,
Instead I’ll watch her rise.

 

Rise over barren fields
That the cold, white snow yields
Watch and witness beauty.