Of promises baited on wire

Lay a morsel of sunlight
upon the blue platform
of the sky;
gently wisp the scent
of spring,
like the littering of traps,
of promises baited on wire,
amongst the whispers of the wind.

Do this,
and I guarantee
I will open my petals to you,
like welcoming arms,
like an anxious heart.

Who can blame me?
I've waited all winter for you.
I've waited too long for you.

This time of year is fatal
to those too anxious for spring.

But who can blame me?
I've waited all winter for you.
I've waited far too long for you.