The Girls of Spring

by Con Chapman

The girls of spring, they'll stop your heart

When they forsake cosmetic art

They practiced back when skies were grey

and clouds obscured the light of day.


The girls of spring, first pale and wan,

Begin to get some color on.

It rises like the sap to cheeks

That barely saw the sun for weeks.



The girls of spring, they do not care

If you're made wistful by their hair

Now unconstrained by scarf or hat,

This scented sight you're looking at.


The girls of spring, I'll tell you this,

are easier than in fall to kiss.

These greening girls create a hunger

And make you wish that you were younger.