Spring Observations

Green slipped out from under the white - Splashed in early other colours, And gave up lambs, who Bleated tirelessly on the subject. Screams from the nearby park Told of newly playful children, with Bleary fathers, clattering mothers, Undersense befuddled by a perfume - It was the budding blossom. And younger men perked up at Early bosoms once again parading; More blossom - audacious blooms: Sexual selection back on stage. It was happening with the birds, Only there was more decorum, More order - a greater sense of purpose, Unwitting duty. I turned over the soil - warming Under the cautious sun - Yellow still nubile, Though coping with its shyness. My first beads of sweat were oddly ambivalent: Surging vigour forcing out the Stubborn winter indolence. Inside, a warming smile worked Up towards my mouth, lips, eyes. The kitchen window rattled: Lunch was ready. Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010 Spring spring spring spring Spring spring spring spring