Assez vite

Why wait the Spring
Go ahead and sing
You who bloomed
Much too soon
Giving us a song
In the winter long
Your time came
You sang and sang
Few heard a word
No early bird
Or butterfly emerged
At your urging
Weeks from hence
When glories cover
the fence
And hummers alight
in Springs delight
I shall remember the day
Brush the leaves away
And thank you for blooming
In the cold,cold gloom.