The spring of love has come,
New-born flowers reach
Towards life-giving sun.
Venus arises from winter's sleep,
Eros' bow to bless.
Winter's shadows pulled back,
Like a curtain, unmasking proscenium,
Love's play begins. The chorus
welcomes us in. The dance
Begins. May-pole banners flutter
In the wind, they carry
Gentle promises of joy.
Spring is the time of lovers.
Spring is our season.


Salon.com
Comments
COS: thanks. coming from you, that means extra
fireeyes: nature & nurture, the tiny flame of love...
Pawed!
Theo: I bet Oregon has gorgeous springs, too
juli: spring has great memories for me, and the promise of more to grow...