Cold winter leads to indecisive spring
The crow over gray-white slush presides.
But lethargy and stubbornness resides
in you and whispers, “drink, be idle, drink”.
And cushy quilt and movies, games we bring
to dawdle, fill unnecessary hours.
And sigh and murmur, “oh spring bowers”
Turn off the blue-box, lazy. Hear the birds sing!
Oh Spring! Fill every season with a leaf’s first swing.
Allow an artist to enjoy a child’s surprise
from old and young, transported on love’s wing.
My friends, turn off the all-unknowing towers.
Return to Nature for that extra zing
for no pixels, will surpass a bed of flowers.
Spring Swing
© Copyright: Athena, 2002
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