A Seasons Seductress

In the transforming season
from February to march
Lissom and lithe she rages outside
tears up leaves and shatters glass
She rakes up spring fl'ars
She unseen but desired
and in sweat best blest.

There she goes a rattling outside my window
Hammering the panes to be let in
In vain in vain she bruises against glass
Stormy, windy a seasons lass.

Hear her moan in pain, in swoon
The rushing of pleasures through leaves and moon
Strange her delight in parting flight
to thus fall still and silence leave blight.

For in the midsummer in scorching heat
her pleasures will be missed indeed,
For then she cools the sweaty brow
And knew she how i longed for her so
Tease and tease with never a blow
she come no nearer till augusts enthroned

But perhaps in temper in a fit and madness
She'll rake the leaves in sudden gladness
lift the passions of wetted soil, of earth and dust in water breathe
For a day she'll pleasure my senses a new
And then depart to torment you.

And with a seductive caress, she'll with her breast
blow my hair about her in zest
and look from here, i'll look from there
she'll be gone in the blink of an eye,
just a dust devil in her wake
to mark god's abundant make.

No wall will keep her, no window shall stop her
she'll hammer through a nook a cranny
till atlast you'll be groaning in agony
and when she passes you by and by
she'll come back again and again she'll cry but
not till next summer is nigh.

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