Tender shoots of earth’s first green
Awaken from winter’s nap
Wisping winds caress them
Golden gazes guide their growth
Cotton bunnies frolic
Through baby rose gardens
Sharing a silly story
Spring’s youthful glow
Golden gazes
Turn to burning blazes
Buds have long been bloomed
Cotton bunnies now raggedy rabbits
Plump caterpillar gorges on pink petals
And spins himself a silky cloak
Clock of greens
Time metamorphosis
A fuzzy neophyte
Struggles to take flight
Diaphanous wings stark against the bark
Hazards abound
Prying eyes seek out who! who!
Wicked talons, sharp beak under the liar’s moon
Like a scholar to his texts
The moth explores a distant light
Beckoned from his mossy perch
The velvet glow
Cascades a nectar haze
But nectar in abundance poisons
The neophyte batters himself
A priest worshiping at the shrine of light
Bruising spirit and body alike
THWAP! THWAP!
Tissue wings are singed
Again and again
Neophyte pries for accessible light
Only to be disabled
By its sinister sizzle