Metamorphosis

And the caution of winter falls away, like a discarded chrysalis

And the spirit of adventure spills out onto the streets

And the engine of desire begins to turn and heat

And people, cloistered for a season, emerge grinning

And pale and neglected flesh is gleefully displayed

And truculence is washed away by sun

And hope sprouts and buds and blooms

And noses flare to soak up all the scents of growth

And everywhere chatting happy faces

And those once lonesome seek out romance

And those in love revitalize their connection

And those out of love cut loose the weighted past

And the birds, multiplied, sing loud and long

And ambitious plans are laid

And big ideas, now incubated, are hatched

And the future, so bright its blinding, whispers promises of dreams made manifest.