Fires Of Spring
Fires Of Spring
Red soils cling to her ebony feet,
The crimson blossoms in her raven hair,
A child of the wilds, d'you hear her sing?
She brings forth the colours of Spring!
Flame trees ablaze with the colours of Spring,
They wrap around her lissome frame,
Her lotus eyes make heavens spin
In colours of known, and unknown name:
Dazzling marigold 'round her wrists,
Bluebellvines swing from her waist;
Radiant kinshuk her neck encircling,
Doe eyes kindle the fires of Spring!
Beads on a string they sway in a line,
Feet tapping to the beating drums,
A night as heady as love-soaked wine,
It's electrifying! The fires of Spring!