In springtime,
when the weather shows off,
(as if in competition to become,
the very definition of perfection),
and the sun is warm,
and so bright,
(just right),
it is hard to care,
one iota,
about the responsibilities,
and dull requirements of adulthood.
Come to think of it,
perhaps,
that is the purpose of spring.
4-9-19
Vernal Equinox,
First day of spring,
Stock up on tissues!
The pollinating,
And,
Um,
Frolicking,
Has begun...
Here,
In this western paradise,
For weeks now,
A tickle of green has tinged the land,
And tickled my sinuses.
Trees have started to bud,
And to blossom;
To,
In a word feel,
Groovy.
A swarm,
Biblical in magnitude,
Of various insectivera,
Has descended upon our homes,
Which has been followed,
As though it were prearranged,
By a proliferation,
A mob really,
Of randy,
Marvin Gaye-listening,
Amphibians.
Today,
On this,
The scientific start of spring,
It is gray skies and showers,
But the yearly meet-and-greet,
A biological drag race,
Of competitive reproduction is,
As Mr. Samuel L. Jackson might say,
(And I'm paraphrasing here),
"On like motherbleepin' Donkey Kong!"
3-20-19
