Sweet Are The Days
A cold breeze outside, the last visible gasp
Of winter’s magic, the ability to sketch moods.
When nature is in blossom, unlocks each hasp
That holds beauty of life, against, distant woods.
We might feel the soft soil that moisture settles,
Our walk designed to leave imprints in the snow,
We imagine the heat of spring to tease our nettles,
A slow reality of how we love, eternal energy glow.
I do think of soft reminders, eyes, lips, a smile,
A memory brings her heart near my own, wanton
Desire is the passion of knowing she, this while,
in winter’s august, a summer breeze in mention.
Today, in sweet shelter of my own quiet resonance
Do imagine, she, elegance is a gift, is love’s chance.