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