Being Fickle.
Cornish spring drips and
all growth becomes riddled with
desire for warmth,
ridden with need for having more.
Freshly risen, green
gets liquid-addiction, an invisible
draw makes sward
swoon for regular fixes of water.
Crafty Spring knows
plants crave doses so being fickle
he drops trickles used
to tease shoots upwards for fuel.
Whoresome he opens
cores formerly hidden, then the
illicit physician lopes
in and flippantly fosters hopes.
Boldly he impregnates
the deep sleep of inactive nature,
forcing in secret wet
potions to unclothe sleepy petals.
Then he may withhold
his advances and allow winter\'s
return to frozen nights
for a while to show Flora\'s plight.
Old Spring hangs around
to tickle ground\'s fancy yet Sol\'s
hard passion he fears
for at start of heat he disappears.