Thursday, April 22, 2010

April


At last.  
Daring legs wear ankle socks and high heels.
Spring fever is contagious.
Grass preens in green.
Black is 
So Last Winter.
The electric bill is payable.
The goldens and labs are back at the farmer's markets.
Dreams of summer tomatoes dance in our heads.
Tarmac trumps treadmills.
Salads are in, soup is out.
There's a holiday just for jokers.
Rabbits lay eggs, and 
winter dust bunnies come out of hiding.
Buddha has a birthday, and 
Mother Nature has an Earth Day.
Convertibles go topless.
Songbirds party late into the night.
The sign of the yard sale is seen in the land.
Buds explode in a big bloom.
Shoulders go into sleeveless spring training.
Pollen is nature's sexy come-on, 
and every time you hear a sneeze,
a flower is born.

At last...April.

Courtesy Skirt Magazine, Charlotte.

3 comments:

  1. A spring fling poem
    Ode to Jen
    tho I have no pen
    I would like to say
    I hope you teach me how to set up a blog someday!
    Jim and Marie have really thought of thee,
    when we use the lemon-honey you gave to me!

    For now I say goodbye and hope this poem will catch your eye. Marie

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  2. HAAA! I love it! :-D

    I hope we compare our poem-mania
    when I come back to Pennsylvania!

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  3. I see a new kind of face other than :) or :0)

    lets see if I can do it :-) not quite how did you make that face?

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