Spring Prose

ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two...one! If I was told once I was told twice and if I conveyed it once then you must be assured I have said it thrice, that there just isn't any respect anymore for the dead! I want to sleep and the world was made for the sleep of the day people and I am not one of that elite status. So I am destined to joke and wheedle and mock the living all the while my sleepy mind and weary hands ache deeply and longingly for the sleep they so deserve.

It's April Fool's day, more appropriately the first. It is a day to be played a prank upon and I just don't have it in me. I could tell you limericks and "when I was" stories or I could just simply, go, to, sleep. I want to spend time with you all but I know I will suffer immensely if I don't, so I feel it's only fair to leave you all with this...

If it comes to pass each spring, that man and woman and child bring
  a thought or will to make you smile, please bade them sit and talk awhile.
When days get long in tooth they say, for summer's hot hours burn each day
  with longing moments basked in sun, and water sports for everyone.
Are not your cup of tea for two, then move on forward to autumn's hue
  to trollop hills and forests gold, to catch a leaf in pages old.
Soon winter's cold and blustery breast, will chill you all when does her best
  remind yourself of long lost loves, to warm your heart like old worn gloves.

Now all these things we love and like, a happiness journey is worth the hike
  if just to sit on wooden stump, with elven smiles instead of grump
To contemplate the world's meaning true, without a frown of sadness blue
  we'll drink of cups of silver and jewels, with rich red wines our blood's best fuels.
I toast to thee across nature's table and dance a jig, but only if able.
  and wear a crown of flowers bright, and twirl around in the moonlight
At festival's end it's time to bade, to all your friends and families rave
  I bid my love to each and all, and know we had one hell of a ball.

For now I sweetly shall dream of morrow with no angry frown or scowl in sorrow
  to celebrate a long lost love, or just find a new one sent from above
It's spring and true a lover's chance to give an eye or betrothed glance
  and bed with visions and fantasies film of faeries and sprites and dwarvish helm
Will roll of thunder and through the wood and ignite a blessing under every hood
  I wish to thine a very best to pass along to all the rest
A season's here of color and joy. A beautiful sight for every girl and boy
  full of promise and hope for all who dare, my tidings to you from one who cares!

~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.