THE CALENDAR SAYS IT'S SPRING

Yes, I know it's snowing again today. March is making its exit like a lion. It's premature to put away scarves and gloves and snow shovel. Turn the heat up please. Nevertheless, THE CALENDAR SAYS IT'S SPRING!

I'm putting away the bird feeder and notifying my feathered friends that I've reached the bottom of the bird seed bag and woodpeckers have consumed the last of my case of suet. From now on they can fend for themselves because THE CALENDAR SAYS IT'S SPRING!
 
Let's jump start the fav season and dust off the garden tools. Grab the seed catalog and dream.  Notify your senses....THE CALENDAR SAYS IT'S SPRING!

(I've used my poetic license and personified SPRING and NATURE)

SPRING, THE LOVER

Spring startled me today

as I shook out the dust mop.

He took me by surprise

for I didn't realize

he was around yet.

He slipped behind me

ruffled my hair with the wind

kissed my cheek with the sun

and then laughed

to see me blush.

His warm breath caressed my neck

teasing me, making me restless

as I swept winter from the porch.

I tried to get him off my mind

by staying inside at humdrum tasks.

Spring rustled the curtains to get my attention

and flirted with me

through the open window.

I can’t resist him!

I must run away with him

right away today, so I race

with trowel and seeds in hand

to our garden rendezvous

our "special place"

eager once more

for the touch of the rich mulch

and sweet earthy scent

of Virginia country soil.

Despite the lingering chill

of the retreating March wind

in ecstasy I kneel

in the moist flower bed

breathing hard, delighted to feel

basic nature and the hope of life

incipient in the seed

that is about to experience

resurrection.

So I yield to my impulse…

I cast off my winter inhibition

and yield to the thrill

of Spring's embrace!

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SPRING REVEILLE

On muted winter mornings

the sallow sun snuggles lazily

beneath the comfy coverlet of night

reluctant to leave his bed of stars

and down-filled comforter of clouds.

In winter I too sleep late

deep under my cozy patchwork counterpane

unaware of hazy late morning light

oblivious to my alarm clock

snoozing silently with me

in its “long doze” mode.

But now in spring

the sun flings off his blanket

and rises swiftly

from his restless sleep

with blazing brilliance bouncing up

the rosy steps of day

scaling the Blue Ridge mountains

in a matter of minutes

framed in my eastern window.

How do I know?

Because the sun teases me

by turning on dawn's light

long before six

and sounding a reveille

of chirping birds

compelling me to wake and witness

his daily solar spectacle

and not be late to appreciate

another splendid Virginia dawn.

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