Photo Art by Elisabeth Messina

Don’t be a wallflower,
Spring.
Don’t slip in silently 
and stand in the shadows.
Don’t be afraid of Winter,
that bully.
We’ve had enough of his
biting remarks and
cold retorts.
I’ll punch him
in the nose for you
and take the Saturday
just to watch him 
sputterandspit.
Just step forward 
and dance with me.
I’ll dance with you 
as long as you like, 
long after that 
wildly popular sweaty
Summer shows up.