We trotted through the Trinity lanes

A damp and dreary February day

When all at once there in the fields

All in their rows so silently

Awaiting just a little warmth

To tempt them into vibrancy

Not golden hosts yet to unfurl

But emerald stems shy like a girl

But see, there is one splash of yellow

Over there there’s one brave fellow

We ran on in more cheerful state

Our spring runs to anticipate