Sorrow of Sweet Springtime

My sweetheart's off among the flowers young
With springtime's sleepiness and toes still numb
Which grove she's in her soft light feet don't sing
Just speckled clouds and winds which promise rain to bring

An early beetle crash-lands past my face
And I plunge into the woods my heart to pace
March past fresh carnage stacked on flooded ways
Cross new wobbly bridges felled on frosty days

Mud swallowed paths that summer's soles had laid
Then zigzag routs through thicket ruts I made
But thorn from briar hooked into my sole
I pulled it, pain each step and leaking from the hole

Crows called out death for those in burrows held
Where teal into the tawny sod now melds
But thorn then hooked into my soul, behold
The sweetheart drifting in the current's flow of another soul

I heard the cuckoo then, sad harbinger of spring
I saw the bluebells gently waving in the wind
Then I knew, when you lose in love your heart you win