Happy Spring! I have a seasonal ditty for you today.
Spring isn’t pallid snowdrops
shyly coiled in chilly Feb.
It isn’t jewel primulas
or burgeoning rhodo’s red.
Not hyacinths poking through dirt
or blossom bursts of plum.
Not heather clumps abuzz once more
with bees that float and hum.
Not tulips or camellias
unfurling on the scene,
nor lilacs or forget-me-nots
soon giving way to green.
But in the vernal equinox
‘midst sprouting oats and flaxes.
it’s bureaucrats whose grasping hands
insist I spring for taxes.
© 2004 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)