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...
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