The smell of warmth

Wawe after wawe

lighter 

The yellow gasping into the mouth 

the force in the hand of maker 

sun, you conduct the spring 

taking my breath 

everso filling my life

my veins 

a blossomed cherry tree i am 

seduced by morning dew to grow 

buds are deficient like tesselated flormats of green

A Breath of spring

How clear the vision is

i hope you feel it to