Ah Me, How Sweet Is Spring!

PAD Challenge day 25: The final two-for-Tuesday prompt in April @Poetics Aside poem-a-day challenge is always: 

Write a love poem. Write an anti-love poem

 Ah, always without beck and bid

You come with purple flower-sheen

And thrum in grasses, giddy-green

Where long the clasp of Jack Frost hid

Your finest songs in silent sod

…like fractured harp-string healed by God

With detail-oriented touch

You fringe fence lines with daffodils

And fling your autograph to hills

In ink of hyacinth and such

Your Casanova-colored gaze

The coldest of rivals betrays

The idle cares that once we nursed

Are borne away on bloom-breathed breeze

Above spring’s heaven-tinted leas

The heart with harp-song is immersed

And earth is like a maiden’s smiles

Where Romeo’s ardor beguiles

 Ah, always, always, you return

And bring with you spring’s ageless joys

The world laughs, filled with girls and boys

Eager to drink from Time’s tipped urn

Where kiss of sun and mist of rain

Makes everything old, young again

© Janet Martin