Spring Sonata

How many times have I written of her glows! Yet, the yearning to write more and more grows. Forgotten feelings soon get a vent. When I see the sprouts, in shyness, they are bent. Ra.. ra.. ra.. ra.. la..la..la..la.. The scented breeze hums Aromas of my favourite buds, blooms, and blossoms Of tulips, hyacinths, lilacs, violas, and balsams Creep and climb jasmines, sweet peas, and clematis. Entwining them as though a long-lost kinship bliss From far-off trees, jealously peep the envy-red plums. Fruit flies, sand flies, blue bottle flies, and dragon flies Commune, with multi-hued butterflies fluttering in the skies Queen of the Night, Bird of Paradise, and Celandine Poppies When secretly providing nectar to the worker bees Where-from, to chill and thrill them, come these ice crumbs?