Spring Analysis

Spring, it seems clear, is much, much
too hesitant, circumspect, deferential
obviously reluctant to assert its time
and space, vastly preferring to bide its
patience and in so doing, ours as well
though we have no influence in this
matter. We were witness to cranky
March leaving as it entered, like the
proverbial ill-tempered lion it prefers
to emulate. And April, despite its dainty
name and the expectations that evolve
around its entry, catered to the raw
elements of wind, cold and rain. It even
on occasion invited snow to revisit the
landscape alongside fog and freezing
rain. Ah, but then entered May, and we
are all familiar with that trite promise of
April rain bringing May flowers. So we
bade April adieu and embraced the month
that introduces warmth and breezes and
showers alternating with sun, teasing the
gardens to showcase their earliest flowers.
How were we to know that this version
of May is allergic to sun, warmth, wafting
breezes and the life-giving kiss of showers?
Without the sun and in the presence of
cold and unremitting rain turning once
again to snow, flowers will not be enticed
to return and we are left forsaken, adrift.
Hope springs eternal, we know, but the
hope we held in this spring has fled.