Spring

There’s a prickle on your skin.

No it’s not Sahara Dust – Its Spring,

It’s in.

 

There’s a bouncing in your step,

A sort of Va-va-voom – A surge

Of pep.

 

Days are longer brighter, lighter.

The temperature’s quickening – even clocks

Leap forwards.

 

Natures looking for a wife.

Bambi, Blackbirds, Tian Tian…its sex

It’s rife.

 

Buds are swelling, birds are singing

Green nettles thrusting up – taking hold

Determined.

 

It’s thrilling, it’s joyous, it’s unstoppable

It’s madness and mayhem – It’s irresistible

It’s SPRING.

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