Hope of Spring

Out the window flows my gaze Blissfully journeying the horizon, -- Like the fair sea bestowed per Poseidon -- Lost among secular golden haze. The sky leered angrily gray And bitterly cried frigid tears From the fjords with ducts’ flowing fears Trapping man like a ghastly cliché. Chills gripped many a tree And strangled life from all limbs Drowning in white like a child without fins Now life must resurrect debris. Aye, Apollo ogles over the hidden, The perfume of life gleams And so everything seems To breathe breath brio-ridden. All in the course of 365 days Can so much wither or flourish in a bouquet.