New snow has fallen on yonder hill
Lying juxtaposed in contrast, still,
Bringing salophen’s eddy of freezing air
Siphoning spontaneities sense of care,
Paradoxical paradigms laughter in mind
Twirling excitement’s contagion, refined,
In bewitching as serpentine’s spiral of mist
Engaged in delights of this happiness, kissed,
Enhancing enchantment’s Springtime flair
In an auburn glint through her sunlit hair,

The joy, the joy of this moment in time
Makes this wrinkled old smile, exclusively mine.

M.
The magical air of early Spring snow @ Foxglove
27 September 2021