I met the spring this morning while going for a walk. I sensed that she was busy and had no time to talk.
Within her arms a bundle of plants and shoots and seeds.
Adorned her neck with snowdrops she wore like flower beads.
Her dress was sewn from crocuses , a fragrant scented gown.
And on her head wore bluebells , she'd placed there like a crown
And as I made to pass her, into her arms was drawn
and from her warm and light embrace know winter's almost gone