A Modern Goddess

With blossoms, gay tulips and daffies in hands What cares she that Time hurries on with his sickle? In sweet indecision she daintily stands - Spring - with her flowers and nature so fickle.

Alas! and Ah, me! still cold winter holds sway! This is not the goddess of rondel or sonnet, But Maude - who tramps over the town day by day- Hunting false flowers for her early Spring bonnet.