Ephemeral

It has been
seasons
since these lips drank the sweetness
of an ardent kiss.
Oh, the pleasant warmth!


And, now you come
in Apollo's chariot,
with all your green exuberance
adorned with the splendor of spring.


Spring is a fleeting joy,
nestled between barren winter
and searing summer.

These kisses of a new lover,
this courtship dance,
this new spring
washes away
memory of the heart
laying fallow
and prepares it for sowing
the seeds of a summer love.

The romance of all this is
in its fleeting nature.
It doesn't ever last
very long.