only spring

one day in March
we walked
through a park
it was the first warm day
after winter’s strength
you took my hand
as we sat down
by the fire
people prayerfully listened
to it’s pagan sound

bring your old rotten christmas tree
the cowslips grow beside
the stream
can’t you hear the bells that tell
you’ve meant so much to me
a gleamy haze lies on the scene
nearby forest, glowflies weave
like dreams
only spring could bring
you’ve meant so much to me

and though all went wrong
I’ll keep singing
my song
you’re still cute like a puppet
so move
your wooden hips
even strings on below
what’s the use
anyhow
please believe me dear
love isn’t
a work of art

bring your old rotten christmas tree
the cowslips grow beside
the stream
can’t you hear the bells that tell
you’ve meant so much to me
a gleamy haze lies on the scene
nearby forest, glowflies weave
like dreams
only spring could bring
you’ve meant so much to me