The Threat Of Spring Poem by Leon Green

The spring threatens its advance

Relentless, agressive, it takes no prisoners.

It does not give answers

About how it came about

Coming in its all its guises.



The spring comes whether we want it

We have no say

In the matter.

The smell is irressitible,

Unknoweable.



The spring threatens all our illusions,

Telling us what we want to hear.

It is a fickle lover,

Telling us too much and

Not enough.

It is invisible.