dandelion

he summers here in
    whispered springtime worship
  behind a forest
         misted like the wind
--asks: when will these
       delirious purple moments
recall the smooth and languid
      sleep of sin?

and singing sweet
      of luscious places shadowed,
   of dreaming under
          sordid bitter moons;
bare petall'd power
 floods the diamond winter
      and death is yet a beauty--
    all too soon.
          NsB 02-09-02
               "dandelion"