I wrote this a while ago, sort of a spicy, free adaptation of the original. Mine, however, seems to be mild spice compared with Kevin's. I hadn't posted it, as I knew that many people around here have given this one a go, and done quite a good job at that. However, this seems an appropriate place to share.
Spring Show
after Charles d'Orleans
Nature has flouted grace
To shed her snow sarong,
Baring her petaled thong
And demi of leaf lace.
Aroused, bees and birds race
Toward her with slavered song:
"Nature has flouted grace
To shed her snow sarong."
Each verdant, valleyed place
Turns cabaret, where wrong
Ravishes young who long
For her round hills' embrace –
Nature has flouted grace.
[This message has been edited by Daniel Haar (edited January 30, 2005).]
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