bees
up to their knees
in swollen pollen
tulips rise
kiss the day
apples blossom
giggle, blush and
run away
frogs harmonize
in undirected choir
damp soil winks
to beckon seed
earth preens
her baby greens
nudges buds
from ground’s nest
puddles twirl
feet to lure
a slow first dance
in shorter pants.
spring,
the first and better Borg,
arrives
in warm rain ship
with heart beat engine
a teetle a tootle
resistance is futile.
