The Sojourn of Spring

Feel the feathers of photons flying across the bluest of skies, Whose sapphire fires ignite the horizon with hydrogen oxidized. Its refracted scatter of cerulean molecules melts which matter was solid, Into a gaseous glass whose diaphanous film has from the heavens fallen. Aromatic camphorous fragrents float with nitrocellulose in this celluloid dream, Whence springtime arrives to liven what once was frozen in a motionless stream. The finch has yet again in its ochre foliage sung in orchestrated whistles, With beaks of bluejays an' crimson cardinals whose echoes bristle in the thistle. The oak is no longer choked by the bleak of the cold in the sun's broken yoke, And its roots may yet again straddle the lush of what the verid warmth awoke. Kaleidascopic spectacles of chrysanthemum and her fellow asteraceae, Twinkle like starlight who snuck into daylight to spin inside peering eyes. Alas, we've been yet again spoiled by a tease of the evanescent ease, Once left behind in what Winter's freeze blows away in Springtime's breeze.