I swirl and twirl on the reason and rhyme
Of a season so perfect, vulnerable and fine.
Leaping and jumping on the checkerboard of time,
Recalling the hourglass sands falling in line.
For isn't spring but an exuberant child
Speeding through the red lights of life?
Sweet the wine of loving free and wild,
I pirouette on the cutting edge of a knife.
The words of the wise thrown to the breeze,
Lost in the swirl of spring's celebration.
Echoing softly in the tender green trees,
Whispering caution, filled with trepidation.
Frost paid a visit in the darkness of night,
Freezing the dewdrops on the gentle green grass.
Spreading his blanket, all cold and white
Not one single flower or bud did he pass.
Shriveled petals falling like rain,
The love that forever I hold dear.
I drift and glide on winds of pain,
For spring came too early that year.
I swirl and twirl on the reason and rhyme
Of a love so perfect, vulnerable and fine.
Leaping and jumping on the checkerboard of time,
Remembering the love that once was mine.
The absolute surprise of your face
brings joy to the Spring in snow’s place.
The royal, velveteen, purple hues
glorify the chill morning dew.
England, bonnie England, Buckinghamshire
birthed the little flower of my hearts desire.
Whether Johnny-jump-up or Pied Heart’s Ease
these colorful dickens cause nary a sneeze!
Tiny faces peek from hedgerows and bushes
making our flower beds look oh, so luscious.
A grand variety of Russian yellow or white
each and every wee monkey a rare delight.
So, to you dear Pansy I say, “Hip Hip Hurray!”
May there ne’r come a Spring you’re not on display!