In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast;
In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest;

In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove;
In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of...!

Tennyson wrote "love."  What does YOUR fancy turn to?  

for a fresh start....a rebirth, so to speak.   the Rainbow Season........when the rain washes everything clean.

gasp and do a double-take every time I open your posting!  Whew!

Happy Spring to you too!  I love that writing from Tennyson.  Spring turns my fancy to thought's of warm summer day's by the river!

of that warm spot between your thighs! Happy spring.