Beyond this heady
Nectar fog, draped in muslin
Stands she, with eyes
Black as charcoal, soft
And burning their gaze;
The hummingbirds, the
Swallows, all praise her;
With their springtime
Song – about their
Beautiful golden cages
They flutter, restless,
As she raises them to
Her face. Adorn her
delicate, calloused hands
Blooms of daisies,
Lavenders and roses;
Her sweet perfume
Hangs in the still,
Stagnant air, only to
Blow away as she stirs
The obedient wind.
Slowly, she vanishes
As the springtime
Mist thickens –
As the sunflower
Beams of daylight
Blind one and all
In a rapture of joy,
As the cerulean haze of
The morning sky
Engulfs the world
In honey-like ecstasy,
She disappears,
Never to be seen again.
Zoya 9J