Spring comes, the wind comes
To rustle and heave,
Uproot little shoots
That Spring whispers into life
Sprouting and flowering,
Raptures in all colours,
Sunworshippers, soildwellers
Sing praises on spindly legs
Bending and breaking
In the wind that comes
When spring comes
The wind to remind
That the sunshine is but
Here now, scattered soon
By bullying clouds
Those friends of winter
And autumn that wears hues
Of steel, iron, aluminium
The light of spring is no metal
It is the wing of a butterfly
Blink and it flutters away
The sunshine scatters
Like fey green dreams
In the wind that comes,
With the clouds it brings
When Spring comes
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