My Darling Spring (Spenserian Sonnet) Poem by Leslie Alexis

Ms. Spring, my darling, what is your delay?
Please show yourself above these weary hills,
Where cruel winter makes all life his prey.
Concealing faces from his callous chills
Are spring born chickens and young Daffodils…
Most faithful mother of kind southern winds,
In absence, little ones Frost boldly kills,
And leaves them lifeless like some empty tins.
Sweet giver, come and save us from these sins!
Come save your seeds deep within the earth.
Last night, a shoot peeped but it now rescinds
Into the ground, because it lacks your worth.
Sweet giver, come and give life to the bees,
The grasses, bunnies; come now! Hurry! Please!


Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis