False Spring
False Spring-
The ground grows warm
And the buds start to appear
But only mid-winter
Waiting unknowingly for the snow to arrive
And kill its presence
Until it returns for spring
And the weak spring it is
Since the buds were tricked to blossom early
And be left at the mercy of the cold
At the mercy of the snow
Leaving for
Weak
Empty springtime fields
Fields, forests, and meadows
Bare and lonely
Its potential robbed
By the false spring
The false spring
That tricks the little buds
To bloom before their time
As the tears shed
Falling upon the plant
Whose life will be taken away
By the winter
From those who cannot save it
Or tell it to hide away
And not fall for the false spring
That leaves the fields bare
Bare and lonely
At its hands
The false spring that brings
Bare
Lonely
Fields
To be wept over
For the true spring is here
But the flowers left
With the false one
And those lost
Will be wept over
For the trickery of the false spring
Prevailed-
False Spring
By Elisabeth Smith ’28, Staff Writer
28esmith@montroseschool.org