Being wooed by a man 20 years younger.

 March with her thralls,

And wayward brawls,
The spring-time calls;
Calls o'er the lawn
For break of dawn,
And summer fawn,
And tells the trees
In racking breeze,
To wake from ease;
Whispers the roots
To send their shoots
In green surtouts...
~Sara L. Vickers Oberholtzer