Avis, Avis

Avis, Avis
A/N: Steal and die.

The honey jar opens,
Its scent sickeningly sweet.
Sunlight scalds her porcelain skin,
And, hands sticky,
She takes off.
Dew coats her feet as
Shrieks send the bees astray -
The sun a melancholy gray
In her presence.

I count her footprints,
Bit by bit,
Swinging from branch of lush tree to tree.
There is wonder in the atmosphere -
Rushes of wind that tickle her cheeks
And make bright eyes tear.

Her cackles move the petals,
No worry in mind that a storm
May ruin her day.
I giggle softy, moved by her own
Melodious laugh.
Then, she turns, beckoning me
Into a world that I have only watched.

She envelopes
Me in a long-awaited embrace;
I inhale an odor of purity and verve,
Blood running Black-eyed Susie yellow.

She drifts toward the glorious light,
As I duck from the shadow
To hurry along after.

Steps behind, tracing
Whispers of paradise,
I await the beautiful buds
Of Summer.