SPRING

Spring
Concupiscent foxes tame their offspring
Me thinks this is the first sign of spring.
Bumblebees bombinate above-heads
As myriad dark clouds evaporate.

Daffodils undulate to the Zephyr
Snowdrops coruscant like Blake’s Faeries
A kaleidoscopic vision of buds and blooms
In our brittle hearts, making a large room.

Melodic voices of our babes
Joyous and a utopia trace
Nightingales sing a sweet song
Larks perform a pagan dance to the first bloom.

At last, Mother Earth sheds its dead skin
All creatures; great and small sing spring.