As Winter Blows Its Last Short Breath

as winter blows its last short breath to try and steal the candles’ warm small flame to try and stop the light it casts the inevitable flame of earlier sun fading in the spray of blossoms as frostless grass blushes greenly jealously but as it blows the flame out the party starts and children laugh in warmer light as the promise of fruit and fun birthday cake of joy and sun lies in the pink carpet under the apricot trees and the birds burble forth in uncontrollable mirth as their brothers return from far away and as the new born flowers cry tears of dewdrops the bluer sky builds castles and dragons high with the present of early raindrops and as the winter slinks away to its frosty lair where it will stay the joy of life reveals movement and light in the reflection of the bee’s purposeful flight everything fresh and made anew on a crisp lawn full of sparkling dew everything new and very fresh as spring has covered dry bones with flesh