In the Flames of Future Suns
Winter
wound itself a bit too tightly
around the thaw
shouting down
the aria of Spring,
howling through
the hasty sunshine,
ruffling the feathers
of instincts transients.
And yet we wait
hunkered down
in crisp grasses,
bobbing on wind whipped
ponds,
perched upon
the warmth of rooftops,
patiently anticipating
the Jonquil’s joyous glee,
the tulip’s cupped ovation,
harsh calls of the
raucous, nest builders.
She primps,
this sultry vixen,
teases in sashaying
gusts of warmth’s promise,
tempts us out of cover,
promises us a fullness,
a renewal,
a rowdy, lust filled,
celebration.
She dances
in the flames
of future suns.
©4/21/2018
submitted to – Spring – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Craig Cornish
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