Spring Fever

A youth in springtime.

Spring Fever
When I was young…

O’ luscious, throbbing verdant season,
Full of promise, void of reason!
Rolling hillsides, greenly blushing,
Snowmelt sending streams a-rushing!
All my senses drunk and reeling,
Loins afire with ancient feeling!
Whence this unfamiliar aching,
Filling chest and heart a-breaking?
Might the robin’s purposed quest,
Weaving grasses, building nest,
Offer clue to this strange yearning
Coursing through my veins a-burning?
Will yon window box’s crocus
Bring my problem into focus?
Could the eyes, through curtain peeking,
Hold the answer I am seeking?
There! A shy smile now in view!
Behold, the cure for spring is YOU!