Evil Spring

Spring is mean,

overoptimistic 

and naive.

Personified in the Azure Dragon

comes strapped to a wagon

of bright light obscene

irritating my nerve ends

causing synaptic mayhem.

The majestic polar bear must give way for

idiotic bouncy Easter rabbits

because the perma ice is cracking

under his enormous paws

as the world around him thaws.

The birds are singing

their hysterical cacophony

once again spring is bringing

exaggerated frivolity.

Spring comes too fast

and with a light much too harsh

shining from an odd angle

bringing out all imperfections

accentuating dirt and spots,

ignorant of- and even mocking my slowness

too much for my sleepy senses.

Let me linger a little longer

hibernate here and try to become stronger.

Spring is weak and despicable

yet unpredictable

spotting what should be a lush green lawn

with dots of yellow pus made of dandelion.

Spring brings chaos and disorder

to winter's fuzzy cosiness

candles shine bright no more

and the earthy warm colours of winter decor

lose their might 

as spring wins the fight.

All that frenetic sprouting

white snow melts away to expose particles of disgust

and dirty windows are shouting

and the air is saturated with asthma-attack dust

Fairies don't wear fur

they're all hiding and waiting for the Vermilion Bird.