Fever For Spring

So the spring flurries sweet instead of the snow It seeps into me, my dreams set aglow For the green of the tenderest grassling can be blended with blue or the grey of the sea It's a fallen out whisker of a cat painted black or my momma out swingin' in the hammock out back The sea asks the sun to go for a dip and the moon closes over like a tight fitting lid We relish the splendor of bare-footed feet as the wind urges us down our luminous street Then curling up tight as we're in for the night (like our friends who speak only with purrs...) We dream of the spring (and such marvelous things) that will never be matched with mere words...