< all about you again >

[rayheinrich]

Spring is just two days away (give or take a tad) for all
us peoples residing in God's given hemisphere.

This means the time is unequivocally equinoxically right
for our annualistically guttural gush of hormonal hyperbole.

To wit:




     



                        < all about you again >
                       
                        it was winter just a while ago
                        but now
                        it's spring
                        and spring
                       
                        is all about you again
                       
                        you and your face
                        seen turning
                        just a glimpse
                        a flash of eye
                        a blue
                        a green
                        a glint of sun
                        reflected
                        in your words and breasts and legs
                        and what you say with your clear smile
                        and spring
                       
                        is all about you again
                       
                        and summer
                        is you
                        you and your hands
                        pulling the boat about
                        in sea
                        and clouds
                        as white
                        as sails
                       
                        and fall
                        and you
                        as bright as red
                        and leaves
                        that dust us
                        in their orange and brown
                       
                        and winter
                        leaves its coat on us
                        the white of snow
                        the black of branches reaching out to spring
                        and spring
                       
                        is all about you again
                       
                            - - -





Off topicness is encouraged; this includes addled comments, poems about
astronomy, shortcomings of the way-to-watery southern hemisphere, and
the relative merits of the various species of armadillo. My favorite armadillos
are the three-banded ones as they are the only ones that can roll up into a ball:




Image1: Ratty typewriter font blown up big
Image2: Three-Banded Armadillo photographs stolen from various sites on the web