(n) the pleasant, earthy
smell after rain.*

I run the palms of my soul over
Spring's yawning breeze.
It leaves its scent on everything.

Pavement dark with drops of what
Would have been snow
Only weeks ago.

I breathe until my lungs hurt,
And exhale smiling.
Clouds black as midnight withdraw

To reveal a crimson sundown
Forcing orange upon foliage;
Warming every leaf cradled drop

Until they're vapour.
Now that the ice
And snow are gone,

I giggle, and step on every
****** crack I
Can find.

Twilight's melody rises
mournfully dressed in lilac hues 
she grieves for the glory of the primrose sun.

The rise and fall of waltzing starlings
mirror the final breaths of the day
as with glorious mirth they beckon to the silvered chill of the moon.

in class
she hangs back
unsure of herself
a wallflower
yet to bloom
into beauty

she is delicate
and nervous
hugging the walls
watching, learning waiting

and then one day
she blooms
in artistic beauty
still delicate
but more assured
her voice, a whisper
we all lean forward
to hear.
body lithe
and so expressive
all are mesmerised

the wallflower,
now an exquisite rose

...she kept her heart on a chain
never let it run mad like it was born to do
she kept her head in a box
never let it see the light of day
she has keepsakes for a heart
and romance novels on shelves
little dragons decorate her hallway
with little knights to slay them
natural and homespun as can be
she lives in her books
and lives for the day prince charming will come her way
she knits and tinkers her days away
always busy never stops
she is a model prisoner in her homemade jail
ever ready to pardon the thief for a kiss
ever ready to take the burden from the beast
she thinks someday will come tomorrow
and itll be better than promised
itll be sunshine cakes and sweet wine
and she will be done doing time for being a lover not a sinner
she kept her heart on a chain
and her head in a box
and never gave chase to the wild boys
now grown and old

The Sun had an arrow
That could pierce through the Moon, but,
Withdrawn, disintegrated
     Into stars.

And such is our love—
A close one, a closing one,
A consolation,
An exchange
     Of well-wishes.*

© 2015 J.S.P.