Jet winter lozenges
Of darkness and death
Jig-sawed
With orange sunset flashes
Half circles and
Flame dots
On Alice's chequerboard
Bashful Spring Page Boy
Eyes downcast
In a simple sadness
Black Duchess behind glass
Frozen red lips
Head tilts
Away
Unwilling
A thousand voices preserved in the air
Spring
The halfway castle
Between winter and summer
Fresh yellow life, free from taint
Winter doesn't worry as much, it just is; it just accepts itself as it is
Yet Spring doesn't know who it is, yet
The choice of flower is many
Black Duchess stares at his back
As Pastel Page Boy steps out of stasis
Alone