Spring…she is such a subtle temptress,
Breathing sonnets into the swell of her air.
Birds then impart such a lovely secret,
They’re singing “Spring is almost here!”
Her scent can charm the bud of a flower,
To birth her petals before the open skies.
Her sweetness can entice the gentle dragon,
To dance in twirl with a bonnie butterfly.
She awakes the morning in throes so mellow,
Evenings soothed in the gentle lights’ array,
Spring in all her glorious affair’s,
Foretells in promise, most glorious days!
I simply have the Feva! :O)