Empress 1908 (Indigo)

Cold, amongst the blazing Sun,
Sky tinged with lavender at the Birth           of a day
and I walk through quaking woods
Light
Dappled, through skeletal           Canopy, and I Breathe. 
through each nostril, Spring
illuminates Life, and rests Winter
on its tired shoulder

Single Tulip, Budding from
Hard Dirt
Yearns for the warmth of the Life-Giver, the Adolescent, the Eternally Youthful
the Sun
and yet, the Font is Brief… it is not Time, but

will it ever Be?