we do not know where goes what we sent forth
this day that blesses us with radiant hue
of spring not winter while the bitter north
gets what is seen as the season's normal due
the bitter cold and driving wind and rain
that's not what we see here not what's new
the season that we have is marked by pain
in other places here we've got it nice and warm
and yet we've got the same old stress and strain
we sense that this mild winter's not the norm
we're not so bold this blessing to reject
for once we're out of all the flood and storm
time's chosen a taste of spring to interject
into our lives to give us some new hope
before we dive into some new project
the year's still climbing on its upward slope
new demons we will with no effort find
but with the old we can for this time cope
not because we've made ourselves so blind
as not to see what's right before each nose
but with the weather all our thoughts turn kind
it's not so easy as some might suppose
who've never had to face the normal task
but will their naive conceptions interpose
we can't do anything if we don't get to ask
how to improve the things that we have got
but honesty can sometimes be a mask
for what turns out to be a thorough rot
of all our hopes and all our true desires
there's nothing that now clearly marks the spot
where all the embers burst into new fires
and all the fireflies lit up young boy's jars
all obstacles turned into mere pismires
and all our faces looked up at the stars
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