A Portent Of Spring Poem by Bryan Taplits

The night again was cold with frost
And my windows trembled with its chill,
The winter's storm blew its best
And persistently blistered my sill.
How I wished for Spring to come again
And temper those temps with some sun,
Couldn't fathom how anyone but a child could enjoy this-
Thus I wished that Springtime would come.
It was only a week from here to there
When I leaped from my bed one morning tide,
The sun flickered and dandled through my screen
And warmed up my top topside.
Like a lion couchant I narrowed my eyes
And my blanket I outward flung,
A restive spring from my legs did the rest-
And I knew then that Spring had sprung.