Imperfect Spring Poem by Mary Champion

It's Spring and the sky's sprung a leak.
On and off, it's been raining all week.
But the warm April showers
have sprung the spring flowers
from their prison once midwinter bleak.
At last, here's the sun that they seek.

There's a spring in my step and the scene
has been decked with a veil of spring green.
As hope springs eternal,
now the season is vernal,
the flirtatious birds start to preen
their feathers to burnish the sheen.

The earth rises up from the dead.
Even I spring, renewed from my bed.
See the birds are nest making,
the dawn's brighter breaking,
the last frost of winter is shed
as the sun rises high overhead.


The child in my heart stands and cheers
at every spring thing that appears.
But there's one note of sadness
overshadows the gladness,
as sweet sounds of spring fill my ears -
I have not heard a cuckoo in years.