Spring Is Coming

The first abysmal taste of spring
all warm, wet and cozy, is here.
Unlike the draining of memory
and the deception of icy mirrors
of the cold that now flees.

Spring drops on me a bitterness
of thawing emotions and hope.
Dread eases way up into me
as I know that I will forget
what it was I was writing.

Green beauty sucks me into a trap
of deceptive visions, everlasting love,
and dreams of ecstasy sweet,
in that momentary fizz of life.

Joy might be a strong elixir
of Nepenthe so wonderfully sweet,
but in that drunken daze
so, too, goes my inspiration.

So, to you, Spring, I dare say,
"Bring me back my Muse!"