Spring’s gentle caress touches my face,
its time to put winter in its place,
rain is gone , squall and sleet,
now I want sun and blossom at my feet.
The grey, unforgiving, bleak streets, will be replaced by sun dappled, sweet smelling, welcoming greets.
I want spring and all its warmth, no more reference to winter henceforth.
Horse-racing, Cracker-Night, hedonistic joy,
A giddy round of comforts and delights,
Entice me from winters long toil.