So, there's a celebration about poetry and stuff. And one of my friends and colleagues is looking for readers. And I, apparently, am invited. The thing is, there's someone who is quite ill there as the guest of honor (and rightly so honored), so the organizers are looking for poetry that's about either spring or writing poetry. And not about death and such. Short is also good.
I'm thinking: Astrophel and Stella, #1. Herrick's "Upon his Verses." And "The Cuckoo Song."
Most of the poems I most love about spring or writing poetry are either, hey, it's spring and we should enjoy it because we're all going to die sooner rather than later, and by the way, we should have sex NOW, or the whole Shakespearean I'm a great writer and you're going to die and be remembered only in my poems thing.