Kicking Winter

 (a gen-x sonnet - what else?)  
 
We’re kicking Winter to its icy curb!  
With blankets thrown, let sun caress; its light  
Our nakedness. Our throbbing blood disturb  
Its hibernation, to our thrilled delight.  
 
With yellow paint, the world’s new life explodes:  
Vineyard’s mustard tickles vines’ gnarly feet.  
Acacias, like neon Buddhist robes,  
Or photo’d stills of natures’ Holi heat,  
 
Defuse their saffron staining on our  
Display of vernal want in open air.  
Taking Winter’s covered lust and power  
Onto the springing grass, playfully bare.  
 
Desiring hearts and limbs combine as one,  
In fleshly Beltane flames, the Spring’s begun.