Springtime's Wench
In the dusting of the Springtime
Fate spawns a tale of passions need
To instigate with warming touch
The flowering of longing seed
Love’s tenderness adrift and pure
Awaft on every evening breeze
Sweet scented thoughts of yesterday
Soft whimsy’d memories to seize
Awakening a season’s lust
For life entices springtime’s wench
Bathe in my gentle falling rain
Our humid passions let us quench
In the dusting of a Springtime’s
Sweet scented thoughts of yesterday
©6/2/2023
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2023
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