at the castle,
reveals its pink light
on the very walls of the keep.
Sandstone turned to roses,
roses in the windows,
roses in amongst
the creeping ivy...
I spot two deer, a male and female, through the greenery...
they see us too, and then they are gone.
This spring will only last an hour,
an enchantment bound within a circle,
for, beyond the moat and the drifting swans,
it is still winter... the woods are bare, the leaves have fallen,
in one great red carpet that rustles underfoot.
Encircled by emeralds
moat, gate, and drawbridge,
within these walls
the castle sits:
an emblem of romance,
a jewel set aside, its owner long gone.