Mad Spring

In the deep winter,
When the trees call forth their buds---
A mad time, a dizzying time,
A frightening time,
The newborn to nature's ennui
When her tender leaves
Bud in the deadness of winter's hoary breath;
A warm week in January or February,
There arrives the Mad Spring
Where the careful naturalist
Observes Mother Nature
Peeping open her weary eyes
For just a short peak,
And then the Jack Frost comes
And that Sandman puts the sleepies
Back under her eyes.


Yet, the newborn to nature's ennui
Will be frightened by this madness,
For it seems like spring is a month early.
Do not fear.