sexy spring

Forget Cameron, Clarkson and just smile at Spring.   It is sexy. 

SPRING

That exquisite scent of nature's orgasm

Aroused from a deep sleep

Shrouded in winter's sober blanket of

dark enclosed comfort

Breezes whisper like a hair's breathe

As the delicate petal sheets unfold

And peel back, layer by layer

the bud

With graceful knowing ease

And aching colour plumps up the shoots as they burst

into life, pushing up and out and through and

into light

The pinks, and reds, and purples

ripen in the cool-kissed sunshine

Twisting and bending and arching back into crescending shape

Nature's ecstatic wake up call

As it explodes into a screaming smile

And sighs bliss.