Choose wisely, the old folks say.
Not a course Spring follows-
she is more wanton and promiscuous,
not shy in her colored dress and pollen laden hair.
She is tender and budding,
flirting with the passing bees and traveling rain,
her pheromonal scent irresistible,
causing everyone to lift their faces
for her kisses.
Ahh, she is sweet-
the earths desire rises with the willows sap
and the blooming of bright red tulips.
Enticing in her mornings and afternoons,
her firefly nights more playful.
Spring is never safe
but always joyful,
she is our winters reward
and the balm to our pale longings.