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The warm sun today makes it seem Impossible

That just yesterday the skies were a torrent of Ice

And Flurries  

Today it smells of Earth letting Winter steam out

Of Her filthy pores.  

And sounds of birds filling ears with twitters and tweets

Spring is lifting her skirts just above the knee with

A coyly 'shy' smile. She's a tease, she knows and 

Enjoys it. 

The solid blue sky, matte, not glossy

Is cloudless construction paper

Hanging above our heads. 

Spring plays games, blowing icy-cool breezes 

Razor sharp, right through sweaters and jeans

Careless and Carefree. 

Summer puts out.

Scortching with affection and hot breath

On the back of the neck. 

Nails along the spine, tugged hair

Bruises and Hickeys 

Summer is a bit of a whore. 

Hot and Ginger and Drunk

With punch-lust and

A-picnic-blanket-is-perfectly-good-enough

Winter is the crone, the bitch

The frigid sexless elder

Dried up and sapless

She was whipping all our backs

Yesterday morning. 

But now Spring is here to lick our wounds

With a raspberry tongue and

Seeds stuck in girl-next-door teeth.