To what do I hold dear
this visit of April's kiss?
It seems much too early
for your arrival,
for winters cold breath
has yet to frost
my mornings much.
April, you have kissed
the many plants and trees
with warmth,
their leaves and blossoms
sprouting forth bringing
new to life to once ghostly
looking trees and
barren gardens.
But February frost beckons
for one more cameo
tho seemingly it has
stepped away for now.
Although I love the spring
which brings new life
colorful beauty to the land,
I have but one worry.
Spring brings to young men
the feelings of love,
but to me it brings us
one season closer,
to the sweltering
dog days of summer.