Treasure Chest

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Spring spreads its light across the body on

May’s bed.  The beam has snowdrop, daffodil

And wonders of narcissus in this dawn

Since spring refuses to let go, to spill

Spring’s colors till sad summer comes with heat

Of disappointment.  Here spring’s spectra rest

Upon this one who breathes above the sheet

That rudely would obscure skin.  On this breast

Is light of March and April, also May,

The season’s tinctures captured, not released

But held for me to love in licks.  Tints say

Love haunts, remains in dayspring, now, increased.

Spring orders them to stay and yet to go

Where love and dreams and waking always glow.

© Phillip Whiddden