A few days of temperatures in the Fifties, and Florida Winter is over. We spend most of our time waiting for Spring, and, when it comes, we realize how lucky we are. In the Spring, a man’s heart turns to romance. 

He had spent his forty days in the desert.
He wanted a drink of water
and wine.
She warned him that spring brought new growth
and change,
and counseled caution.
She spoke the words of winter,
but moved with the body of spring.
He knew only that he wanted her
with the sizzle of a summer sun.
As their voices
quietly
danced the dance of lovers,
he
impatiently,
expectantly,
awaited the coming of the rosebud.
Its bloom was as inevitable
as the passage of time.
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