our door open to its perfume, air lurid
with evening light, blue, pink, purple, indigo
stained evening, together we strain to extend
the light; the trees, the grass, the flowers
in full blossom, the ground brilliant green,
littered with lilac petals, their white
stain a toss in the face of Winter; the breeze
lifts us, flies us to foolish dreams, makes us
weak, so sure to surrender, first to each other,
then to waken the world; mouth all that is alive
and sweet in the evening, call everything to rise