The path to Spring is strewn with Camellia blossoms….
While Japanese dancers sway to the music of the wind through the branches overhead…..
And her Grace sings the Holy Mass while nibbling Communion seeds.
The sun saunters lazily into the evening, winking slyly at the shadows…
where scarlet ladies flaunt their charms and weave magic spells.
Sweet magnolia begins her sultry dance into Summer,
and I hold my breath, lest the bitter Ice Queen become jealous
and rise from her slumber for an encore performance, snuffing out
the freshness of my heart’s delight at such a sight-
my garden’s path strewn with Springtime kisses.