Afterglow

sit for a spell

and quietly watch

  emerald boughs

 bend glowing 

streams of
 light

to their whim

and softly

jaded fingers 

fondle dancing clouds

of shimmering dust

as tender blushing buds 

break through neon cocoons

against a blue sky

and

just like you

they ache for it.....

the heat that feeds the heart

and roots

and sends shoots of life into the night