This Spring Lover

I’m not into summer;

I rather spring linger,

When all flowers bloom

With kisses from dews

and so as the shrooms.

I’m not into summer;

I rather spring linger,

When grasses are groomed

Those tiny greens

On which feet are o’er the moon.

I’m not into summer;

I rather spring linger,

When nature dispense its perfume

And time’s up

for snow and gloom.

I’m not into summer;

I rather spring linger,

For the thought of an old love brings gloom

Though in sad face,

I pray for healing to come soon.

If Kitty won’t love me enough;

If he won’t hold the fort enough—

Perhaps summer should be in the freezer,

To make spring linger,

And hope hold the scepter a little bit longer.

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