That Sunny Forenoon

THAT sunny forenoon Beside the new spring’s New thorns bloom Swaying with the steady Tender blows of breeze. And she’s springing, racing Over the garden’s wet grass, Seeing at me, smiling, As she knows her childish fun How I am loving and enjoying. Again, he’s waiting this whole winter For such another spring’s Another day’s another sit, Oh together! For facts and fantasies fit.