Monday, April 4, 2011

Drunk on Fresh Air

Sunlight finds her muse in
Winter's protected luminosity
Resplendently opening arms to
abundance

She's come again
Kissing their cheeks
Tousling their hair
Spring weaving warmth and chills

April's shade held firmly hostage
by winter's embrace
Stalwart, returning on twilight dusk

Buoyant youth rejoicing on
Repeat
Heralding the retreating
Vestiges of winter

Tipsy from the sweet nectar
of Spring's perennial promise

Running, screaming, laughing, sliding, swinging coats
scarcely hanging on
A blurred kaleidoscope of
Frenetic, pent-up aspiration

Barely perceptible green hues
Secretly whispering
Her return yielding
Warmth
Light
Life