Rock's chill in early Spring shadow
keeps leaf-buds folded
while greenery's frocks, still frozen
in fuzzy stiff mold,
reveal growth's frigidity goes
hand in glove with cold.
As ice-wind becomes zephyr stone's
rime loses control,
frost melts when pairing takes over,
plants' sexual role
exchanges gender, smouldering
with intent that shows.
May's rising sun resurrects tones
of need-coloured gold,
male and female lustily hone
livened desire, hold
hands, steal kisses and gene-loaded
feel blood embolden.
As time turns to love Nature owns
the chase will not slow
for copulation re-proves growth,
appearing sans snow
stirs fur, feather and human bones,
to what all are prone.
The heat of togetherness sewn
into weather owes
its success to overflowing
joy in warmth's clothing
for cold never turns bread to toast,
or so I am told.
