Spring Gust
Spring Gust
She appeared as Spring Gust
Enchanted, I admit must.
Buds of my heart unfolded petals.
Blooming flowers nodded heads.
Her eyes blinked,
Nose blushed pink.
She spoke something, but beyond perception.
She left silent.
She went away and did not turn back
I waited in my Spring Garden
with ardent ardor as burden.
Next season, Spring sure to come,
not by chance!
If she steps in, even by mistake,
Will she put a glance on me?
Waiting and waiting in somber solitude.
Spring gust kissing me off and on.
04/25/18
Re-edited on 07/04/21
First Place
A Brain Strand Contest July. 4
By
Brian Strand
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