Spring

Take me yourself.

I don’t want to go,

The journey upward so lonely,

Won’t you come with me?

The chariot they claim

You spirited me away in,

Hitch it to Helios’s star,

Hold me in your arms

As the earth falls away

from my skin, dirt

Crumbling out of my hair.

Show them I am your queen,

Not just another daughter of Zeus,

Forsythia flowing from my hair,

Daffodils flourishing at my feet,

Daisies flirting with Forget-Me-Nots

As you wrap me in your embrace,

Our heat melting the snow, flowers bursting through the ground,

Obscene tulips gaping at the sky,

These mortal men clambering around,

Muddying my gown with topsoil

As they scavenge through the stems

and leaves for white and colored posies.

Let them see what the flowers hide.