When Winter kisses Spring
Tis the briefest of flings
One knows that it can’t last long
The two together is simply wrong
One is hot, the other is cold
One is timid, the other is bold
Only amongst the rarest of chances
Do they give second glances
Yet in that single moment of time
When they lose sense of reason and rhyme
The two lean towards one another
And give the kiss of a true lover
Alas it is fated from the start
Theirs cannot be an affair of the heart
Winter will loosen its icy embrace
And slip from Spring’s warm face
When Winter kisses Spring
Tis the briefest of flings
Tim Johnston
March 23, 2006
