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.
This is exactly how spring is..
Great poem. And yes, this year spring is a flirt and a tease, but I’m still fully enamored with her.
That works beautifully, from the opening line right through to the closing stanza!
never safe but always joyful…ha… i like… you captured the abundance of spring perfectly
an amazing poem as I luv all colors of spring/watching every thing come back to life after a long, cold winter
I love how you capture spring. She is a beauty that isn’t shy to show it. Lovely!
I love how you describe the changing of the seasons. Your use of words is masterful as usual. And I agree that spring is the reward for outlasting winter.
She is Spring and she is beautiful, as are your delightful words.