Breeze..

This time;
The Waltz of rose-coloured winds...
Snuffed out,
Old rusted rays..
While;
Tufts of catkin bowed,
Murmuring to the willows..
Of the lost songs..
He smudged on her hips..
Searching;
For syllables..
..In the scent of her hair..
Lingering on his skin..
Gentle;
Like the first leaf..
Of Spring..