she takes out her feathery blooms
wisps them across our noses
and we’re dancing to her tune,
taking off our pants before June.
just a wild weekend of weather
and watery blossoms, beautiful bosoms,
her touch is honeyed heather, and
we are a garland for each other.
sunshine squeezes out disease,
and the crackling snow fell overnight
curing us all of our straw hat ease.
Warm words like snowflakes, white lies, seeds-
that need more than flirting to grow among weeds.