Electric Genies

Spring poems are always blooming with hope daisy splashed fields, bluebird songs are afloat. Lovers sprawled atop blankets in plaided dreams Ms. lilly awakens in the silver foyer of her stream. Powdered bumble bees flashing bits of blackened gold Mr.Winter sheds the blushing and his white satin robe. The humble arise with earthy smiles from their hovels into the shadows go the mittens, sea salt and shovels. Empty playground swings, mimicking the violins of spring children rubbing electric genies that grant them everything.