The raconteurs of spring winging whispered sonnets chase the woollen winter malaise from silent skies fluttered hush of doves herald the nirvana of dawn Shadowed palette of dusky hues muted blues spun somber grey give way the subtle brush fades to the rush of insatiable light the alchemy of day and night Dismiss this imbroglio melancholy thoughts Bitter vignette of lamentations words chilled expire on lips disappearing wisps My spirit lifts in the blush of sun dancing across pristine paper arias burst in the illumination scattered saffron pollen blessing multiplied my hands industrious I lift my eyes.... The avatar of hope supplies this descant of light 04/12/08 TL Boehm