Firethorn's Den

Knight of Spring

Dreaming of verdant visage
has never been as strong as
of this very moment for I see
the signs, partly covered up
by frost, elusive just yet;
new buds are emerging, birds
are chatting noisily as if
to announce the time for you
to appear properly before me.

Still, you're hiding, purposely
cloaked by the nature's sounds,
amidst the barren woods, behind
the naked trees that yet to sport
coverlets. I know you're there
for I met you once; I'll kill
winter with my own hands to speed
up the moment, and this time,
I'll choose... I promise I will.

 

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