Triolet to Spring

                         Triolet to Spring

Spring, April spring, where art thou Spring?

Why-for has’t thou forsaken me?

Birds, so frigid, can barely sing. 

Spring, April spring, where art thou Spring?

Flowers in frozen ground still cling.

New leaf buds absent from your tree.

Spring, April spring, where art thou Spring?

Why-for has’t thou forsaken me?