“Spring arrives on a
Light breeze. Pink sky-dusk or dawn?
Years of memories.

Sweet, floral scents bring
Images both false and true
A ghostly reality.
Playing tricks on us
Present or future.

Hidden chrysalis’
Bear butterflies, a renaissance
Of color and confusion.

But love endures through
Time and space. Without confusion-
No ghosts, just love.

Seasons shift and turn no
Past or present- no matter.
Inhale the moment.”