She’s beautifully mad, with lucid light-laughter,
And wild heat glitters, from her soft golden eyes.
Her virginal petals: begin pert -nearly- saintly,
Now slowly spread, at her soft soothing sighs.
For in her rises an orgy of ecstasy;
Where half-hidden rich voices, now slowly rise.
They herald in the dawn of her glorious arrival:
And in that a revelation of her sacred re-birth.
How the ghost of winter howls so hard and so hollow!
while his kiss is a crust, that at this moment, falls
‘Gains’ her check, so full, frank, and near innocent.
For she’s wily and wise to be just-so true and humble
To recognize well, time, in her slow-growing spell
That despite all the light all the joy and the laughter,
Yes! -she knows- all good things must come to an end!
So here is to her! May her moment be remembered!
Not just some time wasted on forever and a day!
Here is to her! With her bright shining light laughter!
May her presence and fragrant bells bring in the end.
© ADH 2018/ 19/ 21