Queen of Spring

The boys are leaving,

And she almost

Seems to care...

...She sits, 

Splayed out,

On her front porch

In her favorite 

Front porch chair

With her snappy girl shoes

On her pretty girl feet

Protruding from the blush 

Of her

Buttercup framed seat...

She's wearing tight jeans

That are snug around

The leg...

...Her ankles are bare,

And her skin show 

Pulls my peg...

...So I hurdle to attention!...

I'm ready to be groomed

By the nature,

And the elements

That she summons 

With her mood...

Queen of Spring!...

Queen of Spring!...

...O, those wild

Celestial things

That you use 

To Jazz our sights.

...How I love the

Sudden sting

That erupts inside

When courted

By a Goddess,

And Creator

Who gloriously

Runs like paint...

...Guides the world in

Her manner...

...She is something

Of a saint...

Queen of Spring...

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2017

Bunny Villaire