Warning all
Spring Chickens!
Around this time of year, you値l see
her face.
It peeps through licks of frost at break of day.
She値l rock a frock that痴 edged with fronds of lace
In fifty shades
of green. She値l waft your way
With freshest pledges budding on her tongue.
She値l spill her scent of bluebells on the
breeze.
As bees and birds get sassy in the sun,
Her flirty bursts of crocuses will seize
Your heart with blooming bouts of
buoyant joy
As golden as a host of daffodils.
Her winter-sloughing, pollen-puffing ploy
Will toy with all who fall for jonquil thrills.
Too soon you値l droop and mope
as spring days flit.
Too soon spring lambs are mutton on a spit.
Susan J. Bryant
If you have any
thoughts on this poem, Susan
J. Bryant would be pleased to hear them.
