In the long grey battle of winter come slow
I longed for the bright green of early spring
that reaches the heart through the eye and the mind
to gladden the spirit and uplift the soul:
for the tiny tight fists on the chestnut stem
that turn to huge hands lifted up to the sky;
for the soft furry buds on the willow tree
that lengthen to catkins of dangled gold.
In the pine-green and red of Christmas time
I longed for the yellow of springtime’s dawn:
for primroses, daffodils, dandelion flowers,
for broom in the garden and gorse on the hills</p>
And now in the lavish spring so quickly come
I can't gather it in, help me gather it in!