Spring Affair

The morning light breathes a summer sigh

And wakes the petals

To showers of warm delight,

But once comes night

The winter's puff arrive alive

With frosted kisses to wooden fingertips.

The knees go weak

From numbing bliss,

So curl into a spinning mist

Until specks of dust dance lazily

Into the peeking sparks

That burst so sweetly.

End.