Spring (Feb. 1970)
The freshness of the Spring is in your face;
Its brightness in your eyes; its joy o’erflows
In laughter when you laugh.
May bring you disenchantment with a world
Grown hot and dusty, but each season has
Its own particular delights. Although
Your Autumn and your Winter will be spent
In company other than mine, I hope
All seasons of your life will bring you joy
As great as now your Spring-time brings to me.
Meg Rugg-Easey Feb. 1970