Spring Fling

The decrepit Winter door drudges open drearily, And with it, delivers a deluge of drunken delight-- Soft succulent sapphire skies violate my visions, I stand suffused with muse and mystery in moiety; A masked man in vast lands of vivacious vehicles, Each infusing ineffable idyllic ideas into my mind; Black and blue sockets, eyes beaten by the barrage, Blinded by the balmy birth of a blistering breed; This season on Earth, first fauna felt after the melt, Helps herald the harbingers of heavenly halcyon; Spring-suede-sod serenely softens somnolent steps, Woken from within Winter's weary woebegone walls; Lunges of my lithe legs leave languid lassitude lost, A grimace graciously gone I gambol glorious groves; Ethos ebulliently erupting into opulent olfactory scents, Precious-painted-petals, the smell of perfumed petrichor; Vestigial vents of weather'y whiffs and feather'y sniffs, Revolvers of rhapsodic rays release heat upon my rust; Consummate creations cascading comely conflations, Slowly saunter splintered shadows of snowy sorrow; A demure dalliance decadently drizzled in dulcet desire, My forgotten fear of yesterday's forever falling flakes; An everlasting elixir of eloquently enchanting equinox, Fixes my frostbitten flaws and forges fresh life until Fall; March 17, 2016