The Feria of Seville
Oh how the spring fair of Seville is populated
by song and squares full of ripe, far flung orange trees.
Horse teams of four pull carriages of men and women,
endlessly circling over the yellow earth of the fairgrounds.
The high red combs the women wear on their heads
are strawberries planted in their fine black hair,
and wild flowers, oh so many, spring up between
the black heels of their dancing, ecstatic feet.
April has arrived in Spain, with the exuberant colors
of butterfly wings that wrap tightly around the body flame
of passionate Andalusian women and metamorphosize
their gipsy dresses into pomp and fashion.
By Anthony Walstorm
Great poem!