My Spring

My boots are thud, thud, thudding
Like a beat upon the street
While blooms are bud, bud, budding
On the trees still without leaves

My heart is beat, beat, beating
Without rest within my chest
While birds are tweet, tweet, tweeting
On the ledges and in hedges

My Spring is come, come, coming
Soon her song will sing along
With days of sun, sun, sunning
On the rise across my skies