Lovers love the spring

 

Yes indeed, it's spring time, and right now there seems to be no better way of heralding it than with a good war. Rigourous, global spring-cleaning.

Whilst mayhem and catastrophes reign in much of the world of today, one must take a brief but necessary pause, to be with a very dear person at a trying time, before returning to apply oneself, as always in good faith, if not with stoic, die-hard illusions.

As spring is with us at last, we could celebrate its arrival with what is hopefully a fitting Shakesperience. Sweet lovers love the spring, which naturally at this critical period must also take into account that 'all's fair in love and war' (John Lyly's 'Euphues' 1578).

It was a fellow and his wife
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
                         Who oft' would row in manner rife,                       
  In the spring-time, the only pretty ring-time,
  When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

Between them there is seldom calm
 With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
 These ruèd quibbles can cause harm,
    In the spring-time, the only pretty ring-time,
    When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

This fracas they begin each day
 With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
From June until the end of May,
    In the spring-time, the only pretty ring-time,
  When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

And yet today sweet silence reigns
  With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
For love can heal the worst of pains
  In the spring-time, the only pretty ring-time,
 When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
 Sweet lovers love the spring. 

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With apologies to Shakespeare

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Seasonal poem

An ode to summer

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Parody and images © Mirino, March, 2011