Spring Fever

Snow is fading in the sun,
As new color pushes ground. 

I search the Internet all night long,
But no new love have I found. 

Bees buzz the fragrant air,
And birds fill it with sound. 

Girls leave their midriffs bare,
To make my temples pound. 

College students pack in cars,
For the south beaches bound. 

While I study in my room,
Thoughts spinning round and round.

There is an emptiness I have found,
Whenever spring comes around. 

Unsteady, the newborn leaves the womb,
By summer, I’ll be sound.

Spring in New York City

Photo courtesy   New Yorkled

Copyright 2003 © Ronald W. Hull


Spring n El Conte Mountain

Photo courtesy Mount El Conte<


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