Spring  fever

in the first blush of a waking springtime
The warming rays of the long lost sunshine
Touch my face like a mother's kiss.
At my feet an army of  purple Crocuses
Defiant of winter standing. *****
with the pride of survival.

Squirrels frolicing in joyous enjoyment
Of a renewal of all loved things
including  their own species.

My wife joins me in
celebration of the springtime.
I touch her hair softly
Her smile as warm as the sunshine.
Our unspoken intimacy promises
A return to the flesh.

I imagine how good her hair it will feel
Flowing upon by bare chest.
We look at each other differently
Not as those labels
Like mother and father
Or husband  and wife
But as the people who could not
Get enough of each other
When we first met.

I see our  children playing
In the fresh air.
The youngest  as fresh
as the spring itself.

And I know that in some far off springtime
When I do not have work so hard
Just to make ends meet
and the children are grown up.

She will touch my hair gently
as she does.
And ask me
Were youhappy back then.
My love.
I will say to you
Yes my love
So happy
So very happy.