#pnwspring
Her golden fingers
weave across my
cotton candy hair.
With my eyes closed
I let her kiss my face.
"Drink me in," she says
"for I am fleeting."
I laze as long as I dare
listening to the rituals,
The wave of notes and
flutter of wings around me.
I am the decay. I am the human.
Yet, Spring and her sprites
rejoice.
May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 4:10 PM UTC