Who knew that the changing
of the seasons could impart
such spirited emotions-

such passions!

For a daughter of endless,
scorched concrete flails to be
a worthy vessel of lasciviousness.

Egged on by the sweet
intoxication of dewy winks of
fresh bloomed blades of grass

and songbirds serenading
from every bit of open sky,
water breaks free from urn

yearning to taste the day!