Day 14, Poem 14: Spring Fever (???)

Spring's thaw is late
Rather, it's been taunting
Here one day, gone the next -
Like her
Bathing me in the warmth
of love and compliments
and then
frozen in its absence
wondering...
When she will come again?

A flower grows...
A flower in her hair
Wind at her back
mountain peaks around her
and the sky is blue
Her hair is honey,
eyes are gray azure
Winter
She is crowned with gold
no toga
but a Goddess all the same

Flowing river
through my fingers
mind maps
recognize and
re-traverse her terrain
deep
swooping valleys
glorious peaks...
geysers, rushing
and breezy whispers
guttural growls
howls and claws

Digging
plying
manipulating flesh
and nature
defying gravity
gasping for air
swallowing songs
incoherent
and still understanding
obeying the rhythm
unrelenting
but always yielding
incorrigible

Maybe Spring will come when she does
and they'll both stay a while...