hold the gaze
and forget me not
for this moment is ripe
with perfection
the dogwood will bloom
then shed her loving promises
one flushed dusting at a time
lacing her falling frock
upon heartwood’s bridge
today I circle round your visage
twisting in tight
trading frosty February shivers
for this March’s lucidly warmer light
dappled daylight stars that shift time and reason
casting refractory diamonds
like a glowing disco prism
with but a moment’s sigh
leaving only you and I
with pixilating love
season upon season
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