Spring? Don't get your hopes up

I came across these 2 ancient poems. One I wrote in High School and another I wrote way back in 1996.  Hey, I get spring fever as much as the next girl, I'm just sayin....





                      The Herald of Spring


I must hasten now

To attempt grasping today's temperate air

February's hours do not often

Present this kind of atmosphere.

So I must tread through the partially melted  snow

Before winter's icy hand

Retrieves the harald of spring

And persuades me inward

Away from the frost.



                                      Spring


Spring arrived this year

With eight feet drifts

That covered tulips, daffodils

And cars.

It makes one fear

That winter will never end.

But still the air is warm

And the sun sometimes shines in rainbow streaks

Through the windows.

The daffodils

Are straightening up

Like defiant soldiers

Assuring us that spring will indeed come

In spite of the snow.