Spring

Deceptive spring - so prone

To imbalance - and yet - 

So alluring between her volatile 

Spells of vernal passion. 

All forgive her bouts 

Of tornadic rage,

Or icy spells

Of frost

For the charms 

Of her budding warmth. 

Enraptured,

Captured 

Overlooking creation 

Sacrificed to mood. 

And yet - 

People have always been

Drawn to sacrifice. 

Look at Easter. 

Flowers, morels, fiddleheads - 

Poison flourishing in equal measure. 

All fine-tuning for the dance 

That is Spring, 

Seeking inclusivity,

Despite complexity,

Of which new life is friend

Or foe. 

With such sticky and pollinated

Beauty sings the Earth.