Spring here. Winter has decided not to be bothered this year. Poor thing, worn out dumping snow on Austria. So I thought I’d come early!
I hope you don’t mind?
Waltzing with wispy, willow trees
The bitter east wind does as it, please.
The wilful winter had returned once
To chill our bones and hearts for sure.
The spring has retreated and hidden its head
Turned on its heels and returned to bed.
I thought you were coming out to play?
Of course when it’s warmer, perhaps in May!