Springtime

It is nearly springtime, the colours are back

And it won't be gloomy too long, but now

Your hands are careful, like your words, 

As you head homeward; your backpack

Filled with responsibilities packed

For a lifetime; I know you must go,

I can see the basket with fresh bread

From the bakery, and flowers journeying

From the meadows to your centre table;

But you could stay for a while, you could 

Ease your back and I could calm my mind.

I know your itinerary is already populated

With motels and dinners for two; that

Your plans are made, your will is firm,

And that this fire may not last the night;

But I've given all my blankets away, and

These rains have brought back the chill, 

So if you really can't give me your love,

Then at least get me through this winter...