Cyan blue sky, kissed with clouds of Angel´s breath,
God´s strewn gems, of plumed flocks returning home,
Ready for love games, released now from winter´s death,
Bud-headed blooms, shot straight from dark silted loam.
Firework flowers, exploding upon balmy awaiting world,
All Splattering floral graffiti, upon kerbs & concrete walls,
Emerald fringed leaves & tendrils, so creepingly unfurled,
Spanish primavera waltzing, through joy bedecked halls.
Operatic bird song, serenading in trilling love-lorn tunes,
Summoning pretty hens, dressed in springtime plumes,
Primavera weaving magic, with help of ancient moons,
Air now heady, with the uncorking of Gaia´s perfumes.
Soft petals, leaves & feathers, all dancing & pristine new,
All daubed by nature´s paintbrush, in God´s invented hues,
Tripping through floral fields, inviting me to skip & sing,
Primavera, my primavera, I love you my Spanish spring.