Lamenting a Late Bloomer
Spring has arrived; the world is in full bloom
Yet you have not arrived, dear witch hazel!
Branches nearly barren; aura of gloom
Where’s your glory? Come forth for appraisal.
Oh my witch hazel, you round little bush
We lament and weep; may your buds come soon!
How can we give you a small helpful push?
Your flowers are missed on this afternoon.
Ah, we witches have a spell up our sleeves
A chant to coax your yellow blossoms out
As one, we’ll snatch them back from winter thieves
Together now, we shall cast it out loud:
Witch hazel, witch hazel, buds come alive
Through the fall season, you’re destined to thrive!