poem
Take flight dear desire
And rendezvous with me only in spring
To catch the lily buds turning
To burnish reason
Feel the warm blush of that wondrous season
And know by the lily buds turning
That the bounds of love come by fate’s own choosing
Desist the fires of intrigue
To catch among the displays
Among the lily buds
Tulips ready sprung
And the petals of rose in all their glory
Nature’s quest
The dignity of spring’s colorful…
