The End of Winter

Heavy, the scent of roses
Lies upon the veranda
Where I sit, hand in hand,
With my lover, Miranda.

She sweats like an osprey,
And I sweat like a bear.
It’s a good thing for us
Our hormones don’t care.

The sun smiles down
From its cloudless abode.
And two antelope hump
On the side of the road.

A warm, friendly wind
Caresses the trees.
There’s spring in the air.
That’s when I start to sneeze.