February’s Fay

For twelve years now, every February
I had seen the Weeping Willows call forth
A yellow-green flower; ever wary
I had thought the philosophy there worth
Entertaining of our elite comrades 
Whom in their ivory towers say the sky
"It shalt fall to the earth," so I then raise
The alarm, seeing also red buds spry
Upon the maple's branches, thinking they
Do us fairly to warn of something so.
Yet, now I have therefore, seen, and behold
That it might just be February's fay.
Thus, for twelve years now in a wholesome row
I have seen red buds on the maples, and yellow on the willows.