I met the spring this  morning while going for a walk.
 I sensed that she was busy and had no time to talk.  

 Within her arms a bundle of plants and shoots and   seeds
 Adorned her neck with snowdrops she wore like flower beads

Her dress was sewn from crocuses , a fragrant scented gown

And on her head wore bluebells , she’d  placed there like a crown

 And as I made to pass her, into her arms was drawn

And from her warm and light embrace know winter’s almost gone