My Lady
By Jean Bush
Oft I’ve come upon her
And caught her unaware:
Bare limbs flashing in the light,
And saw a rosebud blush
Upon her snowy cheek.
But cold she turns
And wastes me
With her Arctic chill.
Ye knowing I’ll stay and stay
To see her blush again.
Deep within the icy night,
As surely as the seasons turn,
Does she to me.
I dare to touch…
And find it warm.
I know beneath her frosty gaze
I have not long to wait
Before I hold her rich embrace,
For her warmest smiles tell me
My Lady Spring is in the air.
