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Barb Ryman: Music/Listen

Spring Return

(© Barb Ryman)

 

Farewell to March, a snow-driven lion

An April fools joke from the sky

If Spring don’t come soon I don’t know what I’ll do

This winter’s been long and hard

 

My love sits beside me, hand on his chin

Holding his head so heavy

I say come lay it here, let the weight disappear

Rest for a while on my shoulder

 

When will Spring return

Warm this chill inside us

Hope springs eternal poets say

My love and I hold on this way

 

All white and all grey out the window today

I pray for a glimmer of green

Or just a small ray of sunlight to play

On a trickle of melting stream

 

My thoughts turn inside where desires reside

Frozen, longing to thaw

My love takes my wrist and my cold fingertips

Brushes them gently upon his lips

 

When will Spring return

Warm this chill inside us

Hope springs eternal poets say

My love and I hold on this way

 

The snow bends the branches, we reach for the blanket

To drape us from these drafty walls

And we sink even deeper; we are each other’s keeper

In summers and falls and long winter stalls