Can you fathom spring’s rapturous beauty
Overpowering you like a herd of wild monarch butterflies
Gently pummeling you into submission
Coaxing alive the eternal newborn inside you
Forever tickling your fragile imagination
Till tears of joy stream uncontrollably down your cheeks
And finally
Out of sheer desperation
You allow yourself
To plop down in a bed of cool green clover
And watch wistful clouds coast
Across a cornflower blue sky
Poetic Alchemist 
Andrew: Thank you. Spring is so great! Makes us feel deeply alive.
Polona: Thanks. So glad you enjoyed this poem.
Dan: Thanks. The clover is in Ferry. GO!
this is seamless. beautiful…
oh yes i can
oh yes i have
great stuff, don!
This is a real fine one, Don.
Really.
Thanks!