Dawn,
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
love locked,
moat, gate, and drawbridge,
within these walls
the castle sits:
an emblem of romance,
a jewel set aside, its owner long gone.
