Oh, Green, Green, Green, Green, Green!

Comes April, as expected, babbling.
An idiot’s delight, her tresses dressed;
her yellow-noise among the branches sing:
“I lift your spirit with my sunny breast.”

April’s here again; seductive creeper;
among the dandelions nods her song.
Splen`drous! she regales us with her blinders
of green and leafy circles; vining throngs.

And lo, she shows the lock where is my heart.
She promises…defies the morning chill.
No matter, I will trust her insane start.
My mind now stymied underneath her will.

Oh, lunatic! enchanter of the Spring.
And we are willing partners to your green!

Poetry, Thoughts