Spring - You Sly Fox

Would that love’s touch return on the morrow ease the coldness of such separation soft kisses adrift on sunsets aglow reflect the light of iced desperation. Temptress or tyrant - lover’s decision hot tempered vixen – cool, distant player love in the distance - lust in rescission hornswoggled by smooth, fast talking soothsayer. Spring, you sly fox, you two timing cheat melting the frozen, fueling sun’s blaze announcing the offspring before lover’s meet writing love letters in wordless essays. Sadly the lovers cannot comprehend Spring’s but a means – to a flowering end. ©2/27/2018 Submitted to – Spring Is In The Air – Poetry Contest sponsor – Emile Pinet