Fickle Spring

Today is deadline day for the third poem of the year in the Deadlines for Writers internet group. The assignment was to write a poem using onomatopaeia.  I chose to write about the variable nature of the weather in Spring (at least in GA USA)

Fickle Spring

 All last week we frolicked free,

Warm breezes soughing round our heads.

“I love you, Spring!” I whispered now.

“Come dance with me,” I pled.

 

But Spring, a tease, turned her back,

Kisses frigid now and breezes hard.

Colder partners swing her around

And fill her cold and full dance card.

 

Summer, her sister, overwhelms with heat.

Burns partners like a Latin lover.

Sister Autumn is always much too vain-

Flaunting her shape and her colors.

 

Winter shuns would-be suiters with ice -

The cruelest by far of the sisters.

Hands too cold, she declines to dance -

She’s an icy and bitter spinster.

 

But, Spring, my love, April’s here -

Time to dance with joy and stop teasing.

Bring your sweet warm temperature back

And again be my Favorite Season!

 

“I love you, Spring,” I whispered again

In the rustle of sweet windsong.

Come dance with me, Dearest, and hold me close.

Make all our days be warm and long.