Thursday, May 23

Spring has gone… or will soon be gone. She isn’t a season, but a person, and a lovely one at that. <smile> For her I wrote a poem. enjoy,

The Presence of Spring

Tis difficult to refrain
From jubilant laughter
While in her joyous presence
Giggles follow after
In an unending parade



  1. I think that “Flotus” was under the impression that you were speaking of the season Spring, not a person. Like saying, “Winter ain’t a season, she’s just a harsh mistress,” or something like that.

  2. Seriously dude, how was that in bad taste? Perhaps you took it to mean something it wasn’t saying…to each his own