She Is Spring

Drawn to a pair of silent shouting lips; A taste of dandelions, she is Spring; Electrified by two such stoic eyes, her weather tends to do a few backflips; Mood swings that feel like a honeybee sting, Sun showers shine light in her foggy skies; The path of the seasons comes full circle, green hues of her eyes the freeze collapsing; Ir’s all in her nature one would surmise; Every color in bloom a wonderful surprise.