Come outside! Wile away the first mild day,
welcome warmest months with the softest kiss,
the freshest caress: Air’s Astaire squeeze play.
Swing time, Spring; your navy, my pale blue bliss
under baby blue blanket sky. Goose flesh!
Loving this. Daytime dusted with powder
clouds in white gauze wisps, while cheeks-to-cheeks mesh
beak to beak; bare limbs' breeze; rhythms louder
than long we’ve heard, the music of life stirs
beasts and birds in swing-sway syncopation;
symphonic song bursts for dance connoisseurs,
You and I, our debonair flirtation—
Top Hat’s off to One Who made us this way—
Crazy for this Existential Ballet.
copyright © Helga Ross 2004