The cold presence of Old Man Winter Winter
had staggered half way out of deaths door...
when you dropped by... bringing with you
those half forgotten whispers of Spring
In a moment ot time when the moon and the stars
reached down to touch Mother Earth you arrived
to waken with the morning dawn...
Playing peep-a-boo with laughing green eyes in my
corner of my world.
In youthful glee you blew your kisses cross the ocean
swells as you jitterbugged with that fresh west wind.
Then .. pulsating with vibrant color you reached out to
caress the sandy beach with an ardor uniquely your own...
Then with all the eager exuberance of a horny teenage queen
you raced across the hard cold land and forced your
turquoise tongue deep into every crevice of earth's leather skin
depositing those wildflowers and shrubs of a summer yet to be
With eager fingers you flung your cloak of green around the
piteous naked trees ... blessing them with hiding places
for the erection of those age old hotel's for bluebirds.
Still, not quite content you reached out and gathered in all
the fine young lovers inviting them to sample velvet nights full
of passion that they have yet to discover and the other numerous
joys of a summer you carry in your back pocket like a very fine desert
At last mission accomplished you desire to sneak away again in the waltz
of seasons , but...I pray you.. linger here but a little while
so I might enjoy your little whispers of spring that fall upon my ears
with the most beloved of natures concertos... long loved
and forever remembered
