A heady mid-morning of cherishing springtime. She is a spring maiden flirting with romantic poets with her cobalt-blue sky, her honeysuckle tresses, and her fragrant airs. Lovers lay in her queenly florid gardens. Warm sun-showers neath mystical rainbows, as children dressed in pastel play clothes help their mothers tend to blooming tulips and pansies with faces that seem to smile. Robin's brood on their deep blue eggs. Bumblebees lazily land on dandelions. Although youth was long ago, momentarily, I am sixteen again, when my only care was having spring fever, riding a horse over grass shoots on a field of timothy and clover. The passing of March escorting winter's lingering snows away.~ my love is of spring of bluebirds fairest of seasons