SPRING TIDE

Contrasting swirls of psychedelic patterns fill the blackened valley,

Gravitating perspective myriad mounds form,

Warmth of oak burning.

Acquaintances nonchalantly purposely cross paths,

Sharing a warm smile,

Momentary separation with thoughts to explore.

Fresh passion mutually shared far beyond chastity,

Waking as molten to the sounds of spring.

The aroma of fresh grounds accompanied by an akimbo pose,

Fixedly gazing through frosted panes, 

Experiencing another evaporating winter.

Witnesses of nature mystifying anew,

Marigolds in every garden,

The cycle of new life soon dies,

Replacing itself in limited time.