red petticoats just a swishing
scent of spring that sets me wishing
for a finer time, a shiner time
a dancing in the moonlight time
a spring that rings the heralding
of warmth and yellow daffodils
that drink their fill of summer rain
when blooms come out to play again
That does look like the perfect regalia to sashay into spring: another case where picture & poem make a perfect pair.
Wouldn’t mind a bit of that color myself — suspect you’ll be seeing it soon!
Spring is a cruel tease here. Yesterday cloudy and rainy and gray, today sunny and nearly seventy, tomorrow cooler and rain and high thirties Tuesday. I enjoy every little hint that comes my way though!