I anxiously looked for Springtime
And glimpsed the faintest hint of green,
But she blew with hot frustration,
Like scorching Summer, through the screen.

I anxiously looked for Springtime
And saw her blue was in the sky,
But Autumn's fallen leaves
Were scurrying and whirling by.

I anxiously looked for Springtime
And noticed the trees a-bud
But Winter laid a snow veil
Over the new-made mud.

I anxiously looked for Springtime
And April laughed behind her hand,
Saying "I'm hot then cold and dry
Then wet! Isn't springtime grand?"

I anxiously looked for Springtime
(Or what I thought that spring should be),
But she puffed, flashed and roared and cried,
"No one EVER understands me!"