Book of Poems

Spring is Yet to Come

Winter is coming,

though it is supposed to be spring.

Strange weather about us, but  none seem to care

Spring comes late and winter stays long,

but some miss early spring, like I

The leaves left, but now come back.

The flowers I uncovered will freeze,

so I cover them up.

The  graves on which they grow with keep warm from the snow’

for I  will not let them  grow cold.

The snow will not penetrate the protection of the leaves,

and a shield of my love for what is underneath

will continue to keep them warm until Spring

really comes