Courtney Mae Or Courting May

Come now, Spring! You’re such a fickle young thing! On the wings of newborn feathers, your wiles up and downturn winds to sudden cold flings tripping warming skins to tremble a while… Next come your silken color-filled fancies! Eyes beckoned, step out to be near such charms… Yens still, as you march as perfumed dandy, masking musky breath, that breezes sneezed harm… And when April comes along, your eye gleams! Enchantment grows, then fades to slushy mush…. Becoming crystals, shatter in your steam Oh how she weeps, for diamonds rained to slush! Rivers gush your youth’s enthusiasm ~ Now, may you calm, ere you deepen chasms ~ (2/7/23)