Winter Is Only Teasing Poem by john (called jack) wren

Will you come with me sweet lass
to walk the meadows fair
and catch the laughter of Spring
as it echo's through the air.

Hold it to your breast sweet lass
for it may quickly fade
Winter is only teasing us
her thoughts, have only strayed.

Before our eyes snowdrops stand
in drifts of snowy white
courting Spring for all their worth
to wet her appetite.

Beware, for Winter's stinging touch
could return a blush to a cheek
and a tingling nose with a glow
sends hands into pockets deep.

Spring is watching from her den
with the craft of a Fox's eye
ready to pounce at the sound
of a dying Winter's cry.