WINTER AND SPRING

By: Julie Duane

In the winter fires are cozy

And I sit sedate and rosy

All my thoughts are good and proper

As I shine the kettle's copper

I'm a model of propriety

For a prim and staid society

Comes the first warm April rain

Suddenly I'm quite insane!

All my wintertime placidity

Flies away with great rapidity

All my thoughts grow fey and whimsical

And my logic thin and flimsical

My decorum turns to madness

As my goodness goes to badness

Spring for me is fraught with danger –

I would surely kiss a stranger

Should I meet him on a hill

That's overrun with daffodil