How does this day find me?
Quite fashionable, I'm sure.
The sun is shining; a reflection of sweltering heat in a grey afternoon sky.
I feel the season's transition from the sting of morning cold, to spring sub-tropics.
Birds are singing their harmonic tones of, "Come hither for a poke, ladies."
The flora sings the same tune as well, a dulcet drone of, "Pollinate me."
I sing the song of changing seasons, as well.
I adjust the hem of my dress,
and step onto the grass to dance the dance of finding a mate.
I can sneeze at those who scoff at nature's gentle feel.
"J'adore les toujours."
My mother, in the wisdom of her better days,
said to breathe deep the rays of sunshine that bloom the children of God.
I'm one of them today;
fully blossomed and looking for the fertilizer to grow these seeds of lust.