Futile Wishes

To will the seasons?
It cannot be done-
No matter how you wish it true-
Spring cannot ever come
until natures bids it do.

Cry for Spring?
It is all in vain-
Tears will not bring forth
flowers in the lane
or a sky of blue.

To will the seasons-
to hurry Spring
with daffodils
and birds that sing-
and whippoorwill?

It cannot be-
though your poor heart pleads-
It comes with time
and fills the trees...
at nature's will.