THE SPRING

The spring could not wait

To spring this year.

Like the sprinter

Sprinting

Long before the gun goes off,

There was spring,

Springing and flirting with us

The way an impetuous lover

Advances toward the nubile object

Of his desire.

Now the calendar tells us

That spring is finally here.

But it has been for a great while.

Spring has gotten comfortable

In our skins.

It’s not so very warm,

But not so very cold.

It’s just right

To kick your feet up,

Watch the sunset,

Inhale warmth,

And exhale with pleasure.

It feels good

When the birds chirp,

And the sun lingers.

And soon enough

Clothes are shed

Like useless skin.

And our colors come out,

And our wings spread

In comfortable glee.

Spring makes butterflies

Of the people who love it.

And brings all of life

Into full bloom.