50 Shades of….

                                        Fifty Shades of Spring

It’s here.	

Spring.

Clocks spring ahead, 
	readjusting day and night (not adding, mind you!)
spring in our steps.

The world becoming  (in the word of e.e.) 
      “mud-lucious”
                 as quickly as the now-grimy snow can melt.

Laundry cries to be dried outside
      though I’d be mud-lucious slogging to the clothes line
        	   (if I had one);
      	                   just-cleaned kitchen floor sparkles
			             in sunlight pouring through glass doors.

The urge to plant, to clean, to walk/run/drive.
To grow.
To run wildly.

O, frabjous day, it’s a Chelsea morning.

Fifty is the new seventy-five Fahrenheit.
Fifty degrees of sunshine,
    eroticism at its steamy best!

Forget the grey.
Embrace the yellow, green, orange, violet!

It’s here!

Spring!