Poetry | Spring Fever

by Rebecca Brown

Rebecca BrownI was writing verse by the time I could read and was singing it even before then—from TV jingles to Nat King Cole. A Texas girl, I left home at 18 and began performing my own songs as chick singer in a hippie band. After some time, and with two daughters to raise, I abandoned the life of a starving artist and made a good career in the business end of the music business in Nashville. I left the corporate world a few years ago to again pursue my art, thanks to a patron of the arts—my husband. Today I write, sing, paint a little, and play a lot—with the joys of my life, my daughters and grandsons. Some say I’ve started my artist career way too late in life. I say I come from a long line of late bloomers. www.Beckabrown.com

Click here to listen to Rebecca Brown sing her lyric “Spring Fever”

mayflies in april,

june bugs in may

the sun’s staying up a little longer each day

and i can’t concentrate

wanna go out and play

oh, it’s just spring fever

it happened so fast,

but it’s feeling so real

like maybe we’re jack and jill

in some fairy tale deal

cause i feel like i’m falling down

head over heels

dizzy with spring fever

honeysuckle on the vine

the whole world’s one big valentine

and the fireflies in the moonlight blue

made me fall in love with you

or maybe your eyes

when they melt into mine

maybe your lips that taste sweeter than wine

or maybe i love you

because you’re so fine

or it’s just

spring

fever