Interlude Of Breathtaking Grace.
©-MFB III
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She blossoms
over springs
pressing upward
though still embedded
under wintry
sheets of white.
So much
softer then a
dandelion puff
her image
gently caresses
my mind.
She waits
like a butterfly
emerged to
spread her wings
and grace me
with summer's warmth.
The space of
loneliness
and hesitation
between us
vanishes rapidly
as her May eyes
beckon yes.
Yet I pause to savor
one of life's most
stellar revelations,
to bask in the
perfumed air
of promise,
in a moment frozen
but soon thawing
in the rapture
of her arms.