WHITHER GOEST SPRING?

Winter holds animus.
She refuses to depart
to allow Spring to start.

We languish in her grip,
slipping on her icy floor
& more snow than we’ve needed.

We’ve pleaded for an end,
offering to send her
on the vacation of choice.

But inside our heads, her voice;
a sinister laugh and taunt
and howling winds that haunt

and toss us, to boss us
into cowering here
where it should be flowering.

Whither goest Spring?
Come prove you don’t hate us
and end your hiatus.

© Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

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