When people say: “Spring’s late this year!”
They must be wrong – that’s seems quite clear.
It always starts on one firm date,
So cannot possibly be late!
At school I’m sure that we rehearsed
That Spring begins September 1st.
If every year that does not change,
To say: “Spring’s late”, seems very strange.
But if you’re north of the equator,
Spring for you is six months later.
That would mean you are not here,
But in the other hemisphere.
September there’s not Spring at all:
It starts their Autumn or their Fall,
When trees’ green leaves may turn to brown
And from above come floating down.
Should someone say that Spring is late,
I do not start some great debate
And tell them what I learnt at school
And treat them like a silly fool,
Since change, for seasons, can be slow.
It’s warmth they want: their plants to grow,
Their flowers to bud and birds to sing.
Till that time comes, it won’t seem Spring.