Quivery Blaze, suddenly appearing;
Fluttering Flame, poignantly appealing.
Dangling Shadow, in-array;
Composed for a moment, on display.
She envelopes in midst of a bouquet-fragrant, sensual and becoming.
Her symmetry silhouettes transcendent rays of the sun.
Spring is her ceremonial inaugural. Her petals are sponged crimson. As the assembly observes the vigor of her stance, elegance of form and humbling innocence, echoing chatter of siblings herald through the floral of this splendid Muse who mesmerizes her viewing audience with a satin smile and velvet appearance.
Folklore says she's a facsimile of spring, because her beauty dispels the spoilage of winter.
Impression, impressions, dearest of Friend; only when impersonate wins.
Caressing an ear, vicarious dear; unnoticed its notorious will.
Lethal nectar-its ebb of life-festered with hidden plight:
Deprecating its finished feat; peeling the veil of its true entreat.