BLACK SWAN IN THE SPRING OF LOVE

BLACK SWAN IN THE SPRING OF LOVE

There is an itching in my heart

I cannot scratch—

A raging rash ravaging through

The depth of my soul

A burning fire in my spirit

I cannot control

A teasing urging of mind

Challenging the body to match;

As nature would have it

The winter of age has its season

That last for a while

Teaching the wisdom of her reason

Why spring comes with a smile:

 Bringing vigor to the tree,

 Moisture to the nest;

 With her eau de vie—

 Renewing old interest.

So when you hear the black swan singing

Its cooing song,

Know that love is about to run like a river

Meandering on;

Oh what a wonderful spring thing:

Arrows of silver for the golden quiver!