First Day of Spring

First day of spring, a lovely thing, so we’ve been told
And yet, outside, a “weeping bride,” left in the cold-
Her tears of rain, and winter’s pain- they’re still around…
Where is the sun? Spring has begun, yet cold abounds…

So, we must wait, until it’s late, for spring to come,
And in our wait, yet with our fate, it’s worse for some
Who are alone, and as they moan, their teardrops fall…
First day of spring, why won’t you sing, for one and all…?

-Drew Nickell, 20 March 2018

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