Spring may be here, but the temperature has fallen dramatically.
The fog rolls in over the tops of the trees,
Shrouding the buds of blossoms waiting in turn
To explode color onto the landscape and
Leaves as yet unfurled to wave in spring breeze.
The grey envelopes more than the eye sees,
Crushing the heart ready for love’s burn,
Extinguishing the fire before it can
Set ablaze the desires it will please.
The air is choking tender sensibilities
Otherwise still unwilling to spurn
Lovers’ warm embrace or groping hand,
Which satisfies all it can seize.
The thick blanket wraps tight to freeze
Chaser and chased before they learn
Only in love’s death will it ever stand
Content amid the scattered peace.
What does it say to you?