Come Back Spring

The blackbirds in the trees sing,

As a cold fog descends on the city by the bay,

“Come back Spring, come back Spring!”

With warmth and sunshine, She came teasing

For a week of park and beach play,

As the blackbirds in the trees sing.

Winter’s tears are cold rain stinging,

She’s painted the seas and skies gray.

“Come back Spring, come back Spring!”

The sun hides his warmth this morning

Causing delicate flowers wilt in dismay,

As the blackbirds in the trees sing.

Pray this is Winter’s last fling,

That sunshine will come and keep the cold away.

As the blackbirds in the trees sing,

“Come back Spring, come back Spring!”

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I wrote this poem earlier this in late winter as spring was starting to tease, how appropriate the last line is now that the summer heat rises. I may have to do a continuation. Now linked to dVerse Open Link Night.