Poem de la Terre.

 

Spring Fever

  

                                                                       Spring Back

Sown seeds start germinating

The pandemic's been somewhat abating

Though the end's not yet quite in focus

From befouled snow pokes out a crocus.

Bringing hope that this year'll be kinder

Or at least offers us a reminder:

Just as it's still too cool to bask,

Keep chill and distant and wear your mask.

The places mankind left deserted

Nature's stepped in and reasserted

Her right to life, her floribundance;

While mankind let's out a restive cry

Where to be happy, can I now fly?

When every nickel is spent on getaway

Precious little's left to entice one to stay

in the land of your birth, the home of the free

where the greatest desire is to pack up and flee.

The last rain of the season has sprinkled the earth 

The results so immediate, it seems like magic

The land's in its annual throes of re-birth

While the humans bewail as though it were tragic.

Into everyone's life some rain must fall

Into everyday strife some pain must crawl

From such adversity we create great art,

Like compassion, it springs from a broken heart.

Hope springs eternal, I can read it in Palms,

Bubbles up from the earth, giving Nature her charms,

Yet a spring in your step won't give you wet feet,

 while a spring on your steps is a Slinky's retreat.

A spring chicken is one that struts its stuff

A mattress without them means you're sleeping rough;

Spring time ensues when you wind your watch,

Springtime for Hitler's Hieronymus Bosch.

From the box of our lockdown the spring has been sprung

A springer spaniel down the gauntlet has flung

We use this season to dawn our spring dress,

Spring into action to forget the duress

Shed the Covid winter of isolation,

Spring forward to daylight, green, buds, and elation.

Suck down gulps of fresh air from the sheltering sky

And pray we're all vaccinated by

The Fourth of July.

Firewaterworks.