Lost in a whirlwind.
That's beating the eyes.
The falling of old leaves.
A mere disguise.
At the end of the twiglets, buds of green curl.
Tight.
Neat.
Waiting to unfurl.
Proof in the mind's eye that true love is coming.
A love of life.
Trifling.
Dabbling.
Magic of spring break.
Last year is happily dead.
Momentous change.
Around the invisible corner doth wait.
For sure.
In all certainty.
All hands be raised that tomorrow may be great.
(C) LIVVI