A decima for Ronovan's Challenge #43 with Spring being the prompt word on rhyme line A
The transience of bluebelled Spring
is like a mayfly's brevity,
the spider's tumbling levity
when darting to it's capturing.
We're, each of us, held on this string,
awaiting the incredible
rebirthing of the edible;
fecund sexual urgency
of animal, vegetable.