Ecstasy of Embrace
On wings of wasted winter northern winds depart,
their whisper frost-fastened barren boughs hear…
wait, you’ll listen sweet music soon, don’t fall apart,
singing southern breeze will caress, you’ll endear.
Misty mask melts away, turning the sky cobalt clear,
dainty spring descends, drizzling in diaphanous air,
gossamer clouds clad in ribbons of regal robe appear,
enticed by their satin shadow the buds unfurl in flair.
Defoliated trees spring to life after verdant resurrection,
sunburst sky sprays dust spectrum on dawning meadow.
In the flow of zephyr floral fragrance finds the direction
to trail butterflies flying in the arena of springtime show.
Southern winds waft your scintillating scent sailing to me,
alluring me with moonlit magic to the ardent river of grace,
its silver ripples reflect the moonbeam lattice on you, I see…
your eternal spring I’ll drape forever in ecstasy of embrace.
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April 21, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
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