The book with its floral jacket caught my eye.
Dainty, sweet, a bit of spring on a grey day.
Oh spring come on now, your teasing ways tend to make me impatient. Through my kitchen window I saw the first hints of roses forcing through the vine, and irises, along the road side, where speaking purple.
Then the seaside that moves to your groove. Rocks and rolls, and sings a lullabye.
Tell me a few...