It would be fine to wander and squander
A dew-drenched, daisy-strewn dazzling new day
And fritter the glitter of freshly-hung moments
Into the nonchalant meadows of May
It would be grand to guilt-freely amble
Through giddy violet-for-get-me-not dell
Heedless of hours wielding a grim gavel
Over the vagrant and fragrant spring swell
It would be splendid to soak in sun-puddles
Teased by a zephyr with sassy-sweet mouth
Splashed with potion wrought by April’s ocean
Dancing with vagabond winds from the south
It would be sweet to languish in bare feet
Appeasing and pleasing fancy’s wanderlust
With treasure of pleasure in middle-May measure
Teasing our traipsing through daydreams of dust
It would be thrilling if mornings were willing
To pause in the spilling of Jack Frosted glow
Then dangle a spangle of spring-ribbon tangles
Or float on the froth of pink apple-bloom snow
Somewhere the splendor of buds, buxom, tender
Startles the drifter on his footloose way
We cannot hurry winter’s fretting flurry
Every February must first have its day
© Janet Martin
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