Spring: A poem by Dred Nyuwem

Just as winter leaves in goodbye steps

Ever before summer so does a wooing

Here I come, briskly at your doorsteps

An enchanter I am, of midnight longing. 

Flowers frolic in the air of my presence

Now so alive beneath cherry blossoms

Of nature, an eventide of great essence

I'm the saving hands that bear no ransom

I hear of your time in dead frosty grips

Of your nights and days, he spared not

Now dear one, no more window peeps

O let me lavish on you the love I've got.

Need I remind you of fabled adulation

Of my dexterity in rebirth and regrowth? 

I am the emissary of your rejuvenation

And resurrection, need I take this oath? 

For I am the spring with eternal bliss

I'm the sunshine that bathes your rain

I am he that so slays winter with ease

I am the suppleness that soothes the pain. 

Spring I am, conventional and temperate

Love or hate, I come to you in due seasons

Unlike wintertide, I'm one you can relate

For I bear upon my wings, many reasons.