Springtime embrace. By Jude kyrie

Pheromones of a dancing youth
Return to my jaded heart.
As familiar as the dampened
fragrance  of my lovers hair.

Night now forms into
a dew spilled dawn.
the fading bloom of the moon
Drifting pale milky shadows
on the pathways of the garden

Silently the opening petals
of the wild tangled clematis.
Spill aromatic sweetness
Onto the coming morning.

Morning is now a fire
In a burning embered sky.