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.