Spring Tease

Isn’t spring the biggest tease of all? But if we’re honest, isn’t it exactly what we need to feel alive? Here is a poem of mine on the season written in 2021. Enjoy!

Yard Sale of Thoughts

Photo by Photography314

Spring tease,
she takes out her feathery blooms
wisps them across our noses
and we’re dancing to her tune,
taking off our pants before June.

Spring fling,
just a wild weekend of weather
and watery blossoms, beautiful bosoms,
her touch is honeyed heather, and
we are a garland for each other.

Spring tease,
sunshine squeezes out disease,
and the crackling snow fell overnight
curing us all of our straw hat ease.
Warm words like snowflakes, white lies, seeds –
that need more than flirting to grow among weeds.


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16 comments

  1. ‘just a wild weekend of weather
    and watery blossoms, beautiful bosoms,
    her touch is honeyed heather, and
    we are a garland for each other.’ – beautiful stanza! Thanks for resharing this old gem, K 🙂

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  2. wonderfully warm images; I’m envious: we are edging into winter down our neck of the woods; still, although it’s harder to find, winter has its joys too ! now there’s a challenge I’ve set myself 🙂

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