In spring, my mother
would send us to the park
to pick linden flowers for tea.
Today, sitting in the shade,
I thought I heard her calling,
but it was only a breeze.
In spring, my mother
would send us to the park
to pick linden flowers for tea.
Today, sitting in the shade,
I thought I heard her calling,
but it was only a breeze.
The winter has fled
To the hollows of the fields
Biding its sweet time
Here come the clouds
Like ragged clockwork
Busting with trouble
Oh, Spring,
You’ve sprung
A leak!
This little sprinkle
will never douse
the fire of summer