Spring in Montana

Spring comes like a redhead here.
It's freezing you out
'Til it burns your skin.
Violent swings we blame
For the dissonance within.

Spring comes like a ram,
Horny, hard charging,
Woolly shoulders packed tall.
It's fertile and violent
If it comes at all.

Springtime in Montana
Means snow in your convertible
Or boiling in your coat,
The only perfect time
To be a mad poet.