I so desire for spring, my warmth-starved flesh
quivers.
I moan and groan
My blood runs
With the pain of waiting --
To roll in the green, light-dappled grass under the
spreading tree!
To run in my short sun dress and dance in the hoary
day!
To say good bye to all my winter coats and
ornaments !
To walk out the door of a morning to a world
Basked in bright light, and decked in green!
I will run naked to meet you, yes, naked I will fly
And let the warmth of your sun cover my nakedness
I will blaze with shameless tattoos that day in your
year
That turn of your season, that flit of your feather,
That blush of your petal, that buzz of your wing.
You will come to me --
And I like a mighty queen of the tropics from my
sweep
Shall turn my eyes upon the land and sing
The praises of your lovely days, oh Spring!
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