I miss the yellow-red flowers

And the crisp, green grass.

I miss the blue of the robin's egg

And the warm, moist dew.

All I see now is the death of Winter

And the long, slow fall of frozen tears.

All I feel now is a weighted heart

Slowly sinking into a dark ice cave.

¿Dondé esta mí primavera?

¿Cuandó volverá a mi?

A/N: The last two lines read (assuming my Spanish is correct): Where is my spring? When will he return to me.