Spring wait

What shall I say in the spring?
When the yellow shall spread itself on the green
And open up as a flower
Amongst the wilderness
And the earth shall show us that there is hope
After the bad winter
And when the snow shall melt shall it flood my garden
Will those icicles on my window melt?
And give way to the incoming breeze
So richly laden with the smell of her
Like the last time she visited
But would she touch the flowers in my garden again
And would she smile and enchant the trees and the wind
Where would she dance, which part of the garden, would she dance all over
And spin and cast a spell over all
And then will I wait for another coming
Of her next spring
These are my questions
I ask the wind and the sun these