Birthday Boy in Town

What does a Birthday Boy do in Town ? Why of course – he takes some pictures and writes a poem

To his Sweetheart, Madame Spring

Spring, my delicate white to satin beauty
what can I trill and sing to thee tremulously
to invite your attentions and soft whispers?

Spring, do you reply saucy rouged with crimson fragrance
and warmth running through your veins
-or is that twisting tendrils of my ardent chains ?

Spring, shifting with your thrill winds

you sparkle and swim in rapturous lights
– bask I breathtaken outside your delights?

Spring, I glance within the accents of your scents
blinking before a swinging, whirling girl
– are those shades of dew or joyous ruse ?

Spring, Spring are those bulbs and buds quivering

yet to gesture their right to bloom
-or are they boils of bubbling toils and trouble ?

Spring, Spring is that you in chrysalis forming

taking new shape, adding plates, a sinecure shell ?
Or is this the ever time and inevitable … ?

Spring, Spring to what reflections do I cling ?

Two those I see or those I wish of thee ?
Am I just myself deluding ?

Spring, Spring howl too thistling no more

Your cry and hues have turned chartreuse
Into another world of sycamore.

Images courtesy of Today in the Town”s Gardens and Back alleys

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