spring equinox 2018

this middle aged rue stirring bummer

haint no stranger to cold,

when dark hen stormy wintry days

eggs hit from Arctic portal en fold
ding Atlantic Seaboard

in a blizzard of bitterly, blindingly, and

brutally sub zero temperatures

from an occasional nor'easter

fiercely gripping hold

the majority years, sans this prolific

recalcitrant scrivener lived

in various and sundry abode

housed within Southeastern

Montgomery County, Pennsylvania

with 19*** zip code,

and during my boyhood recall,

how massive ice sheets did erode

the (then) opened expansive farmland,

in preparation for planting time,

where runnels of frigid water flowed

with childish cheeks exposed to glowed

after hours upon

many a green acre got tilled and hoed

despite feeling energized and refreshed

with arms and legs n'er fro zen

aye didst eagerly await with exuberant yen

kickstarting thy body electric

experiencing hearthstone nook

designed and built by Christopher Wren
after heading indoors counting fingers

and toes to make sure, i still got ten

soon hearing the chorus of fauna,

and floral kaleidoscope of color

aground or taking wing

thus, upon thawing out thoughts

drifted toward approaching spring,

the season revitalizing

dormant natural inhabitants,

whose excite (like mine) didst ping

announcing the debut of fecundity

nsync with screeching from the lizard king.

This Spring Equinox (i.e. man date:
12:15 PM Tuesday,

March twentieth two thousand eighteen)

doth rejuvenate

inviolable hibernating animals

and plants, and me equate

to experience sensation,

whereby entire being does inflate

and (despite marital status),

nonetheless envisions another gal asthma mate

no...no...no...please do not think this chap

mean spirited and under rate
the woman (at present taking a siesta,

and i breathe easy),

who oft times doth henpeck, a trait

inherited many a chic hen
(with tantalizing tail feathers)

now (until she awakens)

proscribing yours truly to wait

for my repast most likely ad hoc
moist ideal for any nerdy kid to knock
senseless, the worst facet of self important jock

consisting of pop slop mock
Hungarian Goulash, a melange

of relics from age old meals

transformed into a petrified sawed little rock.